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,…
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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
On the Day After: A Poem
I wrote this for myself this morning…thought I’d share it here. On the Day After Cynicism is such a tempting dance partner;knows how to dress to please, howto shiver your knees, how towhisper the worstwith a peppermint tease. If I shift my gaze,where else will it land, who elsemight catch my eye, take my handand…
All Saints and All Souls, 2024
Coming up at the end of this week are two of my favourite liturgical feasts—those of All Saints and All Souls. I simply love how they afford a particular opportunity to collectively call to mind loved ones that have gone before and also to envision the communion of saints who accompany us. All Saints-All Souls…
10K Surrenders (a Poem)
We do not attain anything by our own holiness but by ten thousand surrenders to mercy. A lifetime of received forgiveness allows us to become mercy. -Richard Rohr- Ten thousand surrenders to mercy One. When I experiencethe nine thousandnine hundred ninetyninewaysyou find to show me that You are as I made you-wondrous and full of grace…and yes, also challenge…and…
Either Way, All a Gift
Story Bearing We all bear stories.Some that ache with the changing weather;Others that are round-soft with telling;tales of way-finding or merry-makingor, if we are lucky, a bit of swashbuckling derring-do. Then there are the othersthat live folded into manageable;tucked between chapters, recorded on a page of memory in the bookwhose spine and binding you design; the bookthat…
That which remains
A couple of Sundays ago, I watched a friend, a priest and preacher, deliver her sermon to the congregation gathered at her parish. She spoke of the Gospel of the day in which Jesus poses the question, Who do you say that I am? This was developed and included a reference to the element of…
Consider the Lilies 