I found my self-kneeling there.
I knew it was holy
I tried to squeeze in.

The more I moved over the
more the people rushed and fell upon the altar.

I knew I needed to be there so I scooted over.
I placed my hand over my face and couched in the corner.

Th prayers felt like great chariots charging in.
The cries were great, like a nation in agony.

The soft hints of baked bread carried on throughout that morning
when I stood up. I realized I was there alone.

Yet I knew I had stumbled into
a holy place.~your Kindness sister Krissy Mosley


“Without a vision, the people perish” Bible scripture Proverbs 29:18


Published by: Visionariekind

Krissy Mosley is a story-teller. Recalling history to build bridges of peace. A folklorist to bring sounds of joy and healing vibrations. Krissy Marie is a writer /feminist, mother advocating for change surrounding women’s rights and women's’ issues.

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