Black-Eyed Susans Once, I spent a summer vacationbuilding a siphon that broughta bucket of waterfrom the kitchen landing downstairs and past the ivy wallmy grandfather would trim,across the narrow drive and once again downthe hill I would roll uponuntil reaching the apple trees,laden and raining their green gravel. From there, captivated by the wonderof my…
Tag: Poetry
New Meaning
After Saint Andrew’s, July 3rd, 2022… New Meaning Confession: To help create, to be within, a present and longing quiet that is breath, heart, and Spirit, calling, easing, the down-draw of burdens weighing like ballast upon a wind; A wind, a Holy-song gentling, proclaiming, the forgiveness we seek because the grace of God’s welcome, that…
Sweet Wonder
Sweet Wonder I am grateful for a lemon knowing its bitter-bright fresh worth and knowing too how to catch the eye of cinnamon’s ‘hello there.’ I am grateful for the way that chemistry welcomes -ish (up to a point—as science is science and has reason keeping watch); for the resistance of dough that welcomes my…
House by the Sea
A House by the Sea Some days, I’m telling you, there’s a house that’s calling me— with iris and daffodils and a view to the sea. Some days I’m telling you, there’s a room that’s calling me— with books and a wingback and a hot cuppa tea. This and that plates and patterns, but clean,…
To be Around when Peace Blooms
To be Around when Peace Blooms I am finding it hard to sit still within,to settle into praying for peace;of course I want it for us all,but honestly, I have more to say…There areso many other wordswithin me.So I hope you don’t mindif I just talk for a while.Thank you—I do love you.Here’s the thing:…
Under the Over
Under the Over As enamoured as I amof words, syllables, sound, and line,the cataract can swallowmy attention to say nothingof my interest and underthe over rushing currentsI wander in another world,walking on the silt soft floor,welcomed by lifeunnoticed above. I do not forget this freedomwhen called to surface.It is the smile tuckedin the curl of my…
Advent IV, 2021
Advent IV, 2021 The quiet invites… O earthen comet,history made visible and witnessof tomorrow’s wonder,Breathe with me, be at easehere, at ease here…letfeeling enfold you and take onyour tears of knowingthe weight and the graceof this journey’s fullness. O streak of stardust and love,let silence soften the edges around you,leaving room for storiesto settle, to…
Advent I, 2021
Advent I, 2021 There is a momentbetween the strike, the flash,the wick, and the flameand that moment is a movement toward,a drawing near enough to singe into beingso that others might see, might come to know. The candle does notlight herself in the crisp-edged quiet;Someone must tell the story that flares brightly. Kimberly M. King
Consider the Lilies 