Finally, Summer has played an ending tune. A fine murmuring prayer. Syrupy sweet -were the dreams collapsing into rivers, there are salty streams from which I’ve swim. Its waters are tingling cold.
Dressed in buttered -moons a lingering haze to remember life patterning’-tin, the cicadas are buzzing, the green forest is pressing the nightfall to join in… soon hope will return a faith upon the land. A sound of refreshing… a heart full.. that we may know life again… ~Krissy Mosley (image by Pixabay.com
A revolution of hope shares the stories of old, a time of being…~Krissy Mosley
image taken by Asadah Kirkland founder of Chicago Soulful Book Fair.
“In America, with all of its evils and faults, you can still reach through the forest and see the sun. But we don’t know yet whether that sun is rising or setting for our country.”
— Dick Gregory
It was the motherload of all book fairs to-date. The night before I could hardly sleep. I tried to calm myself down with a cup of Chamomile – but this brain of mine was on ninety. I tried deep-breathing and became even the more stirred with excitement. I kept saying oh- I wonder, how will it be!
As I arrived a group of Soulful BookFair Authors greeted us warmly. My booth had been previously set. Asadah’s team lead the fair in high gear. Talk about an organized street-fair with purpose and prestige. The Soulful Chicago BookFair was just that.
All white, drums rumbling left and right. Chicago winds moved in rhythm. The Soulful Fair-Float was miraculous in splendor. Two performing stages. Music and laughter. Might I add books, books, and more books?
Oh, I was a proud little something – to give Saltwater On My Knees a place at the table.
It is a Poetic journey of sisterhood, mothers, and daughters. Her connective tissues are us. Lively, pulsing with poetry. A book of Mother -God, one that is loving, kind and nurturing humanity back to our original form. Before the hatred, degradation, and fear.
I wrote Saltwater on My Knees to pray with all of you who wish to join me. In a journey of love and hope that even in darkness we can hold dear the light, we have found.
One being human it is like a child buckling the shoes of shoelaces that are too big, too heavy and still- he/she ties them because it is all we can do. Wanting to walk, without tripping over mistakes. Wanting to run yet having no idea of how to do it differently.
So what if there were no ghettos or flats … what if there was no racism or sexism, classism and dreams deferred.
What if.. how are you? Really meant we cared enough to help.
Thus we stood wide with open arms to understand each complexity of our burdens. What if peace meant we didn’t go to war? Wouldn’t be wonderful if being human – meant health care & wellness for all? Wouldn’t it be wonderful if fair wages sustained families? Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could occupy the earth and be Christian, Jew, Muslim and everything else in-between without backlash or travel bans?
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to see love ones again?
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to share a smile or share a tear?
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to be…. humans of the earth/ like this?~Krissy Mosley
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