Today I’ve felt invisible.
The bump in the hallway.
The cold shoulder in the lunchroom.
An awkward space opens wider and smaller as I fill it.
I’ve raised my voice, roaring in transmission
Slipping motorless on purpose
Composure, head up act-like I belong
To popularity. To the roaring crowd
and slip away, anyway I can to be myself
Slip, small, slip, small, slip…
Invisibility is an odd man’s disease
environmentally stung by the people
on notice,
What remedy, I’ve rendered
when I am led
away
To the rocks higher than I
whose angels bring fresh manna
when we are forgotten.
Wash our
breathless tears with hyssop and myrrh
I pray,
Dear God/ he who feeds little birds help
all lost birds, like me,~your kindness sister Krissy Mosley
A Poet's Vision 
God’s eye is on the sparrow!
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indeed Amen
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You are not invisible. Your words pierce my heart!
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aw, thank you I guess I had a moment and thought I’d share blessing to you Lori grateful for your blog 🙂
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I see you, Krissy! This poem is something everyone can relate to, at some point in our lives. The lunchroom is a minefield, no matter what your age!
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😉 thank you it truly is a “minefield”
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Yet with your mind heart and soul you never could be invisible
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aw, so true thank you my friend
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Amazing blog!!
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thank you kindly
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