Dear kindness, I may see through a glass, in a half figurine. Tables turning. Blood rushing to the scene. Where have we laid our conversations? Where have we laid our un-prayed, prayers?
Over- yonder down by the riverside.
In the foggy-haze, taste a pinch of hope
see the sky, curl-over against the legs of the sun
bills unpaid, missed days, hair- all in blob, and done,
conversations now, are more than others got.
And God this is just a thought, if only, your hinder part
leave a spec of glory, that we pass through
so we may know, God has not forgot.
God has not, forgot.
Kindness sister Krissy
This is beautiful and it is very strange to me that two people I follow — one a clergyperson in Hawaii has written in the last two days about seeing the backside of God from Exodus. I had better start watching.
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wow that’s prophetic in its self me too – i better start watching thank you for sharing that !