A little bit of lightness… Slippers…or Fall is coming New felt slippers in the fresh cool airwrap my walkers in warm soft woollike my hands wrap aroundhot milk, maple syrup, and teain a mug, by a window everso slightly cracked opento sunshine and the breezethat has me wonder—socks today?Or is there still timefor sandals after…
Tag: Poetry
Under the Influence of Emily
Under the Influence of Emily Lost to the blue of distance,I consider the spacemy words will rest—on the page before someone,known or not,or within the commons sharedbetween you, perhaps, and me—and recall a certain summer picnicby a riot of wildflowers lavishly decoratedwith a living garland of bumblebees. Kimberly M. King
Until Quiet: A Poem
Until Quiet With you at the tip of my pen, I wroteuntil words found their branches, tucked infeathers, and nesting lightly, breathed inthe incense of lilac and pine,rose, earth, and cedar; until stillness,revealing its canopy, drew me intoall of its dimensions, offered meits hand to enter the depths of its colour-stained span of mystery; until…
Sanctuary of Heart
…For the Feast of the Sacred Heart… Sanctuary of Heart Sanctuary of place and person-neither containing,neither constraining,All embracing:A refuge of perspectiveon infinite You.A new slant of light,a peripheral hummingtoward which I bend in bright fascinationof always and everywhere You;of the tousled and wild diversitythat is You;You who named each onewho claim each one,who loves and…
Sacrament of Being
Sacrament of Being While out among,quite nearly within,the tidal chords of an ocean’s evening andthe cloud swept memory of a day,I praise the sacrament of being.Praise, which feels like an earthy assentnodded toward the horizon witharms wide-stretched and head tilted back;Sacrament, a gift of convergencewhere humanity and divinitycome together as grace;Being, wholeness, wrapped in this…
Orion, Cassiopeia, Polaris
I went to the midweek contemplative service at Saint Andrew’s United Church of Canada last night. One of the many reasons I love going to this is the quiet opening I can feel inside of me…the combination of a grounding and a freeing that has me pick up a pen and paper with a certain…
Light finds Like
Compel me to know your ways, O Love; instruct me upon your paths. Lead me in your truth, and teach me, for through you I will know wholeness; I shall reflect your Light both day and night. -Psalm 25 I paused here this morning while praying., considering the reflection of Light…Light offered and Light received…
Veins of sound and ink: A Poem
Veins of Sound and Ink Words hold storiesin their veins of sound and ink.Memory tales and new trailsblazed by the sensessparking syllable by syllable. Words: Today;consider; imagination.Sentences: She stoppedat the corner, turningleft this time. Chapters: Andshe kept walking,taking noteof textures and colours,the scents and the sighing. Books: Taking noteand steeping it allin the freshwaterconversation runningthrough…
Stories Surrounding: a poem with audio
Stories Surrounding Do not judgethe five minutesbefore click-closing and goodnightcustomer wearing his hoodieup and bringing his smudgy suitcase in;this customer, wheeling in on the well tumbled cushion of whatever good time he’d been having.Do not judgethis customer who was surprisedand grateful we were still herebecause his social workerbrought him here when he was elevenand bought him Coralineand he’d…
Sighs Too Deep: A Poem
Of late I have been going to a contemplative prayer on Wednesday evenings and finding it to be profoundly nourishing. Sometimes I come home and write out of the fullness I feel because it’s more than I can hold inside…I find that poetry is a good container for what spills over. Too Deep Too deep,…
Consider the Lilies 