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