So we stop,
and hear what the spirit has to say.
We are the branches, I’ll take my body to the altar
lay my body on the altar, encapsulate my tears on this altar
let oxygen move around
O’God revive the laughter of my soul
revive the hope of growing old,
revive the rivers flowing in my belly,
revive the tongues of my trees,
revive my spirit, my eyes that I might see
revive my heart ,my former dreams, revive the latter rain in me
revive the years from whence I came
revive each connective hymn and let me pray,
revive the cartilage in my knees,
revive my prayers- O’ God
we take our bodies to this altar
…
there are all night prayers in mama’s house
all night meetings before you sleep,
we stop,
and hear what the spirit has to say
kindness sister Krissy
A Poet's Vision 
Words that resonate. I am a good storyteller, but not the best poet.
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Exactly what we need: to revive. I join your prayers, sister!
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thank you sister, where there is two or three God is there, I appreciate you always and your beautiful writings 💕💕 (looking forward to collaborating soon )
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This is such a beautiful poem, thank you.
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thank you so much for saying this ourlittleredhouseblog 💕💕😊
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I love it.
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This, this is our revival — this is our shared truth, hands up, heart open.
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Amen sister 💕💕
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Beautiful. Truly beautiful.
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