Because we have had our Thanksgiving meal on Sunday for the last number of years, I have spent the first part of the actual holiday in the Halifax Public Gardens, sitting on a bench around the “Decanter” fountain–I’m sure it has an actual name in addition to the name I have given it so as to…
Tag: God
Before the storm
On Picking Herbs before the Storm Time has a smellwhen it holds fast,spinning in place with no advance.It is the scent of concentration,when outward turns inwardand motion is slowed intoa thickness of feeling. Somewhere within thatthough, I learned from the looseattentive, herbal, allure of basil, and mint, and green’s own thyme—Incense and prayer,Incense and prayer,Let it…
But by Fascination
After St. Andrew’s…4 September, 2022 But by Fascination Not by force but by fascinationdo I unfold my blanket, do I open wide my senses,all of my senses, beneaththis wild and knotty treeand stand outstretchedfully knowing that this,this, is how she learnedto receive life into her embrace and to setit free to fly onward, freeto fly…
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…
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…
Consider the Lilies 