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…
Tag: Poetry
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…
A Flat White and a Poem, Please
For No 9 Coffee Bar…And Those on the Stools I made the discoverythat there were stools rightthere, tucked into the side,right behind the espresso machine.Out of the way and somehowdeep in the heart of it all.Gritty and full of inner machinationsand steady service. My own heart, too, is like that.A few stools for thosegathered close—a…
Good Haunting: A Poem for Pentecost
Good Haunting: A poem for Pentecost The first time I heard her stutteringsmooth edged call from the woods,I said Thank You out loud,oddly grateful to be awake. To have the conscious knowingthat I was within her wingspan,that she was keeping deep, soft vigilover me and all that rested within me. Ethereal, yes, and good haunting.A…
Light and Salvation
Psalm 27 was the psalm today…I read it aloud at community prayer and then played an astounding version by the Notre Dame Folk choir on their Catch the Spirit live album. The feeling I had within me came out sounding like a poem… Light and Salvation Sometimes oh,sometimes it feels like the psalmist is singingmy song,…
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,…
Binding Dust–A Poem
Ash Wednesday, with its accompanying symbols and rituals, is still resonating within me the day following. In the past, I have wondered why not “You are glory and unto Glory you shall return?” This year, however…with so much crumbling…the idea of dust–and not only the idea, but the reality, of dust…it settles closer to Centre…
Why Opera? A Poem
There is a program coming up at Barat Spirituality Centre. It was promoted on CBC radio last evening by the speaker who is giving the talk and my inbox has been pinging non stop since dinner last evening! The New York Times headlines have also been popping up one after another with the latest unfortunate…
Advent II, 2024
Advent II, 2024 When I set out, I could not knowhow long, how far, how many,nor the sometime bitterness of the wind,nor the soul-deep warmth of the faintest fire.It is quite the adventure of unknowing, thisletting loose of any clarity beyondmy awe of magnitude and all that fills it.How much I feel, how small beneaththe…
Advent I, 2024
Advent I, 2024 I will go—this much I know.The journey, enticing; theway, uncertain; questionsremaining yetno longer oppressing;The destination,I do not doubt,revealed along the way.I will go—not I myself,alone with my wanderingsof mind and imagination,but with others, with wonder,sharing stories, seeking light. Kimberly M. King
Consider the Lilies 