Not long ago I found myself in the middle of a group of people and various means of communication, all trying to sort out a schedule…Multiple people, some texting, some phoning, etc. After several flips and shifts over the course of a couple of hours, it seemed as though everyone was at last on the…
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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
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…
Advent IV/ Christmas 2023
Merry Christmas, all…
These are the Elements: A poem composed after Communion
Composed After Communion at Saint Andrew’s, 14 November, 2023 These are the elementsof earth and all withinand all before and what will be.We too are the elements, we who spark and shine, cleave, combust, create.When these, the bread, the wine,are taken in together as onewe know again the Great Becoming—All elements, one table,one Source, one awakening.We are each…
And Love your Neighbour as Yourself
A homily from this morning… When I work with people on writing…when I listen to people speaking… I am often thinking about coat hangers… the framework for the ideas or the story being presented. Can I tell what it is? Is there a foundation or a discernible structure…or, have the sentences all fallen to a…
Saturday Prayer
I began the morning with a trip to the Farmer’s Market. I go every Saturday I can and most of the time, I come away with veg or bread or fruit building blocks for meals during the coming week. I go for the produce, and I go for the aesthetics. I love the textures, the…
Stained-Glass Verse
There are days when I breathe deepest within the cradle of sensory input…When I need to push against something that already is in order to make space for what I am feeling or thinking. Coffeeshops are often perfect for that…it is indifferent input, asking nothing of me, not requiring response and not interrupting…just a steady…
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…
Consider the Lilies 