I’ll be taking a break and will be back shortly. As we all need rest and as my momma would say – girl get out and see the world don’t let it pass you by. Many blessings and I’ll see you in a flash. The world keeps turning wild and bright. ~Krissy Mosley

So ride on ye who protest in the street,

ye who dance on crystal stairs,

for life me is leverage and fortitude.

I’ve added the extended version of this poem, many blessings

Over Glory

In the arms of Georgia dreams
On red clay doors and wide hips
slip and pop in tiny- ash hands
under the dim sun, dreaming ghost
watermelon sandwiches and fire-water

Battle freedom for freedom
tins on kins – days on nights
and we wait, drying in the being free
praying in the kitchen sink
holding on breaking dreams

looking over glory- I’se turning
mustard seeds/ to be more than trees
more like men walking
more like glowing winds
more like storms bouldering over
these troubled rivers, of our lives – Krissy Mosley 2017

Great men are not born great, they grow great . . .”
― Mario Puzo, The Godfather
“You were born with potential.
You were born with goodness and trust. You were born with ideals and dreams. You were born with greatness.
You were born with wings.
You are not meant for crawling, so don’t.
You have wings.
Learn to use them and fly.”
― Jalaluddin Rumi

inspired by a few friends on Facebook Martin Austin & Malisha Goggans To Be Inspired

Here are some great bloggers to follow:

claudiamoss.wordpress.com

The Lyrical Quill

Gifts in Open Hands

The Inspire Division

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TUNISIA JOLYN

praypower4today

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Art by Rob Goldstein

lynettedavis

a cornered gurl

cindyknoke.wordpress.com

Sacred Touches

Espiritu en Fuego/A Fiery Spirit

Tuesday Morning Love Rochelle Soetan: https://tuesdaymorninglove.com/about-rochelle-soetan/

(certainly, there are more bloggers so I’ll try and post my favorites each week stay tuned blessings)

I’d looked up- saw a train turning straight through my front door. For a brief, second I’d thought “oh no they found me”! My teeth unwashed, my hair, struck out by lightening, at least I’ve had my morning coffee. Welp/sleep ain’t always gentle but I’m thankful, I was only dreaming.

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