I’d known her prayers over here and over there
bundles of things old and used
I can’t control,
can’t seem to fit
delicates,
tops, see-through-rainbows,
fearless -hopes
her tears, I’d cried several of yesterday’s clouds
dancing on wisdom’s gills
and this time I’d said I’ve grown
said I’ve learned a few things of my own
where I’m from, my people are
crazed-ridden
stoned, by the flyby-swipes
whose right
whose next
whose high
whose eyes are walls
with speechless, tremble
and needles are tripped
mid-sentence smoked
on meth on coke on flu
Dear God I pray
you’d grant us mercy
for things out of control
Dear God I pray for all lost souls~your kindness sister Krissy
A Poet's Vision 
Sad and beautiful.
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thank you:-)
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There are so many lost souls. Thank you for this. Suring this month I am in New Zealand (Aotearoa) I see through other’s eyes how much my country is a collection of the lost in so many wasy.
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yes indeed praying for you as you travel
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Amen…🙏🏽✨
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Amen thank you Stormie 🙂
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✨🤗
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