Advent IV, 2025 Watch with me, waitin the cold tolling stillnessfor the beckoning changeat the near edge of now,at the turning of the earth,when what has been, ohwith the stars in their arrangementspointing the way, becomes brilliant, becomesa blooming peal of deep joy,a radiance of awe, in excelsis, gloria! Kimberly M. King
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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…
Poetry for the Deep Time of God: a poem
Poetry for the Deep Time of God (with thanks to a friend who used this phrase in her sermon…) The tidal pull-pushshaping land and sea;The surety of gravity,the mystery of horizon’s expanse;The vigil watch over day, over night,the great lights revealing both shape and shadow;The words that matter, that staythreaded through the heart;The place-making work…
Sudden Thought: A poem
Sudden Thought Maybe it was a the unbound bouquetof leaves being tossed by a silver wind;Or the mouse crawling over my left foot,treating my shoelace like a riverto be carefully forded;It’s also possible that it was the view alone,out over a slow roll of lawn and downtoward Flora who stands as a sentinelover a scalene…
Grace: a Poem
Have been thinking more and more about Grace lately…thinking more about it and experiencing it with and through people with whom I am close/familiar and with and through strangers. It is a beautiful awareness to walk with and something I want to share… Grace Grace is the not insignificantin-between, thecurrent that carries, the round-edgedrolling weight,the quiet,…
Real is Real is Real (Sorry, Gertrude…)
It’s a pansy, not a rose…ergo the apologies to Gertrude Stein who pointed out that a rose is a rose is a rose… But the “equality of real” was something from a conversation yesterday when noting with a friend that no one thing taken in by the senses is any more ‘real’ than any other…
At Ease with Belonging…a Poem
At a recent gathering I attended, multiple people mentioned that they were seeing new facets of me, new aspects of who I was. I found this fascinating because at this gathering, I was, in part, doing what I do regularly…I was writing, helping the group pray… The people there had read and prayed with my…
The There and The Then and the What Will Be… a Poem
The There and the Then and the What Will Be There were things that I could have donebefore leaving:The sink which hadn’t seemedall that bad; the community of goodsgathered in the fridgewho since my goingand returning once again,have overstayed their welcome;desktop mountain rangeswith would-be landslidesarranged to topplewith the slightest addition.However, standing as I amin a…
Who Do you Say…
I have answered this question many times in my life…Who do you say that I am? And while there are a few elements in common over the years, I am equally grateful to know that there is no limit…that there remains the impossibility of containing; that more remains than I can possibly hope for or…
During a Poet’s Fallow Time (For SPS who asked me to Pray)
Thanksgiving prayer during a Poet’s Fallow Time For the curves and fascinations of language, the nuances and crevices where meaningblooms brilliant with life at the nourishing spark of creation. for the displacement of soilby hope stretching toward light;for the tentative shootsof maybe, perhaps; for the quiet that cradles words in the kindness of time as they rest their syllables,…
Consider the Lilies 