A tiny moment to capture
all the light I’d found
the warmth of summer
the morning’ dew, bursting-light
violet-sunset,
winter’s whites on the ground
Glass crack candles
wax pouring out
Hand-me-down prayers of the saints
translating tears/ of blood and faith
tell it to the river
where the river parts ways
The sky carry waters
since I could remember
our prayers became a sanctuary
flimsy little tears setting sail
When I think of a prayer I think
of women who slay dragons in their sleep
I think of the elder mothers/ she placed her faith in me
Held it to the river/ placed sanctuary in my soul
Home is prayer, in time I’d get back there
hold up that light/strike aflame or three
anchor my knees for those alone
fighting invisible dragons
a tiny prayer even
the smallest one
holds all the light
I’ve found~kindness sis. Krissy
A Poet's Vision 
Your poems are so rich…so filled with imagery and a feeling of “at home-ness,” like a fairy tale or folk music.
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thank you, kindly Lori, these words so inspiring & encouraging I appreciate that 💕💕
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Blessed we are to find peace and quietness, to listen and respond in prayer to our creator.
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indeed truly a blessings Happy Thanksgiving ! America On Coffee
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And to you and your family as well dear one! Enjoy!
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