Rivers Fly

My babies

I know grace, like I know things fallen, and rivers fly- carrying a raging love.

I know hurt like things dying, and rivers fly -carrying a raging love

She’s a mother and a child

Mother of a saint

son of preacher man

my friend,

 

haven’t been good -much

losing love, I’ve lost touch

 

walking through the world, shoes on backward

looking at the sun, upside down…

combing through the rivers, searching for a raging love

Mother’s hold your daughters,

father’s love your son

its the only raging love 🙂

kindness sis. krissy

 

 

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About 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.