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
Tag: Poetry
Advent III, 2025: A Poem
Advent III, 2025 Especially now and particularly here,in these times of laden turnings and churningsof earth and thought and the ineffable Good, O Hearth, O Journey, O Laughter and Solemnity, let us hold joy in quiet glad-open handthat it might leap with a free heartinto the arms of awe and eyes of wonder. And may my…
Advent II, 2025: a poem
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…
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…
Thanksgiving Grace, 2025
If you’re looking for something to use at Thanksgiving this coming weekend…or next month, location depending… Here’s an offering… Peace to each and all. May you be surrounded by the love of good people and may thanksgiving overflow.
Bright Pickled Onions (a poem…)
It is Absolutely Not rocket science to know that sometimes the best way for me to navigate through a passing maelstrom of mind, mood, spirit is by making something that will potentially be used or enjoyed by others. The doing of the thing is the first good and the sharing of the thing follows. Not…
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,…
Breaking into lines
One of the fifteen RSCJ staying at our house these days is a musician well known within Latin America for her singing, lyrics, and guitar playing. At some moment we were talking about how experiences become language which can then become poetry or lyrics. And, sometimes one type of writing becomes something else entirely when…
Consider the Lilies 