Advent II, 2025 Birth itself is a stripping away:the branches must let go and all waits in exposureand makes the offeringand bears the cold, though not alone, though not alone.There is the within that draws from the deeps where the Good abides to nourish and sustain;where the necessary is shared with those who needwhere heart knowing hums the memory of birdsong once embraced…
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Advent I, 2025: a Poem
Advent I, 2025 Origin, shape, shadow,the overt, the unnamed,the just, the frightened.All that is, the real,the whole that is entirely blessed,the fullness that stumbles,the immediate to horizonminimus-maximus all of it all.Everything is saturatedwith love, oh open my senses,overwhelm me with this, please;Render me so transparent that I too feel the quickening, this time of birth. Kimberly…
Consider the Lilies 