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
Tag: wonder
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…
Murmurations and thoughts: from the Journal
8:21 AM Saturday, 15 November 2025 …Have seen murmurations this morning while driving thru the container pier–and also, once I got to Point Pleasant Park, there was a pair of loons having either a bath or breakfast–hard to tell from this distance. The murmurations were small but I can’t help thinking–isn’t that how they always…
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.
Paris-Pace
A simple thought this Saturday… The other day I met a friend to walk back over toward her house to get a coffee/nibble at a local bakery I’d never tried. I remarked that it took far less time to walk there than I had thought it would. She laughed and said “Well, you are with…
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…
Resonance
From the journal… In the Public Gardens on a bench by the dahlias. Lunch is wrapped in a cloth napkin in my bag, tucked in among crosswords, a novel, and assorted writing implements. This journal was in there, but is now flopped open on my thigh. Somewhere I am remembering that the column width of…
Who Do you Say…
I have answered this question many times in my life…Who do you say that I am? And while there are a few elements in common over the years, I am equally grateful to know that there is no limit…that there remains the impossibility of containing; that more remains than I can possibly hope for or…
Consider the Lilies 