Where the voice cries, plaintive or piercing,at the bend of becoming and no return, I amwatchful for the low wordsthat draw me down center,that humble me, impassion me,steady me, move me,move my light, move my being,into the here and the now ofthe still and the fray of the world,
to proclaim the timeof Love's incarnation.
Kimberly M. King, rscj
(words in italics are from Janet Erskine Stuart,Superior General of the Society of the Sacred Heart, 1911-1914)
Image: © Mosi Lager, 2008
