Why I Bring a Book to the Kitchen The relaxation of travelby reading and sinkinginto elsewhere’s talewhile gently, unquestionably,bound to the holy of hereby the the hum of the refrigeratoris as much a sign of your loveas anything else, at the end of the day.Sometimes, that’s all it takes—the grounding reminders of presence,of the goodness…
Tag: Poetry
Three-Fold Blessing
I was surprised by beauty today…such a generous gift, that is… I was in Wolfville, Nova Scotia, for Spiritual Direction and I saw anew a nest I’d noticed first in late January (pic). It’s about half again as big as it seems in the photo and an architectural wonder in and of itself. Today, though…just…
Zanahoria means Carrot
One might reasonably wonder about the origin story here… I was making dinner last night and helping someone with English at the same time. She asked what we were having… I replied “Something different! We’re having ‘picnic.’ ” Brats, cole slaw, potato chips, and as a nod to the falling snow, roasted carrots instead of…
Two Things I Learned this Weekend
Two Things I Learned This Weekend OneFire is good company,a being, breathing and chattering,warming the spirit and easing the fingersthat reach for snacks of different sizesto keep it satisfied.TwoWhen walking beneath a pine bough canopy,it is never too cold for the clean earth incenseof ginger-balsam-spice to rise as prayer;every footfall reminding youthat where you are…
Infinite, Always
Infinite, Always In the gardens, you;You in the deeps, the blues,the settling of quiet, you,in the bloom of a sigh of the selfthat knows of coming home; youimage and likeness and love;you of wing and footfall,all seasons, each beauty,Infinite, always, and everywhere,no where apart from you. Kimberly M. King
A Prayer from Today
Prayer The bold blueof distance and spaciousness;the nearness of the art of creation;the wholeness of holy.Hold me, please,in this cold freshness,while my bright soft silence opens into thank you. Kimberly M. King
There is…and there aren’t always
Sometimes there simply aren’tthe words, or there arebut they are moving too quicklyto be clear, to find, to fixhowever temporarilyto the page. It’s a both-and—I need to be still enoughin the thick of it allto hear them, to invite them near,and the words, they—-No, the whirl is bigger than words. The language, it needs its…
How to Believe that Wonder Remains
How to Believe that Wonder Remains How to believethat wonder remains:Gently and with reverenceremove the lid and beholdthe exquisitely packaged perfection mathematical,the juice-rubied geode,that is a pomegranate in December. Kimberly M. King
Consider the Lilies 