Blue Sky Wanders

The Blue Sky Wanders

I was afflicted today

with a distracting, uplifting,

case of the 'blue sky wanders.'

 

When gravity says I won't hold you bound;

When the road is open

and the map is vague.

 

The type of day that

brings to its company

a certain sort of memory:

 

The color of the ocean

seen from a bus

along the coast of Chile;

 

A love letter once received;

 

The fullness that bloomed

in an empty sanctuary,

while listening to the grandeur of quiet.

 

Kimberly M. King, RSCJ

 

 

 

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Psalm Vision in the Rain

I loved looking out from the rocking chair this morning and seeing one bird proclaiming life in the midst of slappy wind-driven raindrops.  And I liked that I saw this bird while I was reading the psalm for today...

Be my rock of refuge,
a stronghold to give me safety.
You are my rock and my fortress;
for your name’s sake you will lead and guide me.

Into your hands I commend my spirit;
you will redeem me, O LORD, O faithful God.
My trust is in the LORD;
I will rejoice and be glad of your mercy.

from Psalm 31

What happens when...

Someone asked me recently what happens inside of me when I work on written translations. I share here my response.



Murmurations on the Page

When I read through the original

for the first time, it begins.
A glorious murmuration of
language alive,  alive
with flight and pitch,
tone, resonance, and meaning.

If I let go just enough, I

can feel the movements,

feel the life being spun.

And I begin to listen through
the shape emerging;
sorting the sounds and meanings I hear.

I write and listen and wait

up until and through
the last sound that is missing,
the note which makes the new breathe alone.
I wait until ah…
the harmony, the awe, of two flocks of words.

Kimberly M. King, rscj