Advent IV, 2021

Advent IV, 2021 The quiet invites… O earthen comet,history made visible and witnessof tomorrow’s wonder,Breathe with me, be at easehere, at ease here…letfeeling enfold you and take onyour tears of knowingthe weight and the graceof this journey’s fullness. O streak of stardust and love,let silence soften the edges around you,leaving room for storiesto settle, to…

Advent I, 2021

Advent I, 2021 There is a momentbetween the strike, the flash,the wick, and the flameand that moment is a movement toward,a drawing near enough to singe into beingso that others might see, might come to know. The candle does notlight herself in the crisp-edged quiet;Someone must tell the story that flares brightly. Kimberly M. King

Wash Over

Wash Over Sound wash over me; noteswash over me; hold mein your sway, your soothing, your‘breathe with me, be at ease here, at ease here…’Enfold me, light withinthe notes, the sound,bathing me, taking in my tears,giving them voice, a brilliant transparencyadding story to the stained glass anda hovering in the roof peak whisper of heartthat is…

Because it is Pleasing to my Soul (or Breaking out the Big Mixer)

When I was a child, I associated my father with the making of certain specific foods.  He would produce occasional batches of what we called “New Orleans square doughnuts” throughout the year and do the cranking on homemade ice cream in summer.  Above all, though, bread-making was a favourite.  Both parents made bread, and we…

Poetry in Stride

When I was a kid, I used to sometimes make lunch for myself according to what I thought went with the book I was reading at the time. I suppose it was a way to steep even more in a world I was enjoying. If I’m honest, I still do that sometimes. That aspect of…

In the Kitchen Chapel

In the Kitchen Chapel I stood in the middle of a kitchen filledwith rhythms and rites and texturesthat soothe like prayer does.Rising like incense from a thurible panfull of chilis and smoked paprika,onions and garlic and grace and a couple of shallots.A small dice with a sharp knife, a blessing sought,a scrape toward a surface…

Rock my Soul

I was listening to a talk by Dr. Ysaye Marie Barnwell this morning where she asked what it would be like to live as though our soul was being rocked. What would that do to how we moved, how we spoke, sang, walked, danced? How would that change how we felt and what we communicated…

Simply and Expansively Say what you will of me,I am more and I am beyondthe contour, the inflection, the sonorous limitationof any language. Find an image that sings to you of meand know that it is a single facet, a prismatic humming seen with a side-eye glance and I will always, will always, be more. Try and…