Advent II, 2016
(for JTB and other unkempt prophets)
A match is enough
to distinguish nighttime
from hopelessness;
so I listen for the
strike against stone,
the orienting words of the seemingly unkempt prophet,
when the woods close
round and the sun is eclipsed
by purveyors of maps
going nowhere.
Let there be light. Let
me bear light.
Let me turn toward you
always:
My grounding, what
calls to me,
my origin and All.
Kimberly M. King RSCJ
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