But For The Grace Of God & Counting

unsuspended, steady -unsteady

chaos steps out into the morning air, just the same as me

chaos beats at me like two fighters in the ring

pounding, adrenaline

all this time I thought the closest thing to God

was water.

I thought when God made man

God and creation- one big-fat human dance

and then I thought, one day to God is as one thousand to man

so that is to say, seven thousands years of grace

and seven thousand more, God would take to make man

seven thousand to my 39 years

of  14,244.458

sounds like unsuspended, unexpected steady, unsteady

ready even when I’m not,

one big-fat grace, kindness sis Krissy

 

 

 

 

 

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Published by: Visionariekind

Krissy Mosley is a story-teller. Recalling stories 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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