Advent IV, 2025 Watch with me, waitin the cold tolling stillnessfor the beckoning changeat the near edge of now,at the turning of the earth,when what has been, ohwith the stars in their arrangementspointing the way, becomes brilliant, becomesa blooming peal of deep joy,a radiance of awe, in excelsis, gloria! Kimberly M. King
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Advent III, 2025: A Poem
Advent III, 2025 Especially now and particularly here,in these times of laden turnings and churningsof earth and thought and the ineffable Good, O Hearth, O Journey, O Laughter and Solemnity, let us hold joy in quiet glad-open handthat it might leap with a free heartinto the arms of awe and eyes of wonder. And may my…
Advent II, 2025: a poem
Advent II, 2025 Birth itself is a stripping away:the branches must let go and all waits in exposureand makes the offeringand bears the cold, though not alone, though not alone.There is the within that draws from the deeps where the Good abides to nourish and sustain;where the necessary is shared with those who needwhere heart knowing hums the memory of birdsong once embraced…
Advent I, 2025: a Poem
Advent I, 2025 Origin, shape, shadow,the overt, the unnamed,the just, the frightened.All that is, the real,the whole that is entirely blessed,the fullness that stumbles,the immediate to horizonminimus-maximus all of it all.Everything is saturatedwith love, oh open my senses,overwhelm me with this, please;Render me so transparent that I too feel the quickening, this time of birth. Kimberly…
A Quiet that Cannot be Sought
A little while back, I had an insight that nothing is any more real than any other thing. I wrote about it HERE. After an experience the other day, I had a related thought—There might not be gradations of Real…but there Are different kinds of quiet. There is the shallow quiet of desperation, of groping…
On beholding…
From the journal…15 October, 2025 6:29 AM…Good Morning. Am at the end of the hall with chai, waiting for the sun to rise. I just wrote to R about one of the wonders of sunrise being the awareness of the turning of the Earth. To know with such wonder that I am beholding the handiwork…
Thanksgiving Grace, 2025
If you’re looking for something to use at Thanksgiving this coming weekend…or next month, location depending… Here’s an offering… Peace to each and all. May you be surrounded by the love of good people and may thanksgiving overflow.
Grace: a Poem
Have been thinking more and more about Grace lately…thinking more about it and experiencing it with and through people with whom I am close/familiar and with and through strangers. It is a beautiful awareness to walk with and something I want to share… Grace Grace is the not insignificantin-between, thecurrent that carries, the round-edgedrolling weight,the quiet,…
New out of Nothing and Everything
Creating something new out of nothing and everything… I recently heard a friend preach and she used this line to refer to God’s work of shaping new from what already is… I heard it, wrote it down immediately, and then felt a niggle of familiarity once the words settled… A new way of saying it,…
Breaking into lines
One of the fifteen RSCJ staying at our house these days is a musician well known within Latin America for her singing, lyrics, and guitar playing. At some moment we were talking about how experiences become language which can then become poetry or lyrics. And, sometimes one type of writing becomes something else entirely when…
Consider the Lilies 