To be Around when Peace Blooms

To be Around when Peace Blooms I am finding it hard to sit still within,to settle into praying for peace;of course I want it for us all,but honestly, I have more to say…There areso many other wordswithin me.So I hope you don’t mindif I just talk for a while.Thank you—I do love you.Here’s the thing:…

From Capitol to Capital

A version of this was preached at an online midday liturgy at Atlantic School of Theology about a year ago. I was recently asked whether I would consider preaching it down the street at Saint Andrew’s United Church of Canada. I gave it a buff and polish and had the honour of sharing it with…

Under the Over

Under the Over As enamoured as I amof words, syllables, sound, and line,the cataract can swallowmy attention to say nothingof my interest and underthe over rushing currentsI wander in another world,walking on the silt soft floor,welcomed by lifeunnoticed above. I do not forget this freedomwhen called to surface.It is the smile tuckedin the curl of my…

Homemade

Homemade Carbs I bake the Toyota Corolla of homemade carbs—Reliable, consistent,drive away ready, regular fuel,intermittent wiper speed included;cruise control is an extra;Sturdy enough to be wrapped in a clean cloth napkin,tucked in a bagnext to a thermos of teaor locally roasted coffee,and driven to enjoy a viewso spectacular that crumbs on a shirtfrontand dirt on a bumper go blissfully…

The Soul Felt its Worth

Christmas, 2021 The Soul Felt Its Worth It was in the great unleashingof love and wonder;In the knowing that rose from earth,through bone, blood, and flesh,and the breadth of the stars;It was then, was then and is nowwhen awe conspires with graceto remind and ignite the deeper memory of our senses,that we in resonant stillness can…

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…