Sunday, March 27, 2016

Easter Grace, 2016

Easter Grace, 2016

I know what rises from an acorn or bulb:

Beauty and a strength that parts the earth
in a need to reveal itself, to offer itself,
in the midst of the chaos, violence, and political uncertainty
of our world;

Beauty and strength that trumpets Glory! and Alleluia!
because it must.

What then, rises from a Love that cannot die?

From a Love that says Yes and
A love that seeks and stays, and says Always
and says Everywhere?

The complete love that says Do this and Remember me,
follow, serve, be broken open, welcome, accept,
lay down your life, take up your cross…RISE.

Bless our meal that by this nourishment
we might live into this rising, together…

Kimberly M. King, RSCJ

Thursday, March 24, 2016

Holy Thursday, 2016

Holy Thursday

Only in the first whispered imaginings has the world as a whole been at peace:

When the Word came forth and the great lights parted into day and night and it was Good.

With humanity came the chaos of ego and pride; power and fear;

and the grace of knowing, feeling, bone-deep and heart certain,

what it is to be at Home, to be known, to be Loved.

The contradictions are great; the potential gently, entirely, astounding;

Astounding and revealed in a multitude of ways, including

in the blessing of the bread that we share;

in the breaking of the bread we need;

in the living out of a Love that has been, and is, and shall be

from whisper, through wail, into laughter, into Peace once again.

Kimberly M. King, RSCJ

(Written to use as grace for our meal this evening)

The video clip is from the heart rending movie Of Gods and Men

Sunday, March 6, 2016


Mid-Lent 2016

Gossamer filaments of experience 
weave a shimmer of quiet within me,
a life-lived knowing
of seeming contradictions and grace.

Is this peace, I wonder…
the settling of my soul
into its shape, into its beauty,
I wonder…

As to whether it will last or
what it will mean
to the grand eternal scheme,
I can but give thanks and say that

like the rabbit in the book,
it feels as though
I am becoming real because of this:
a fullness of Love.

Kimberly M, King, RSCJ