I will show myself compassion and allow compassion to extend itself to others.
May I feel the power of love surrounding me.
May I feel connected and whole,
May I remember the little things…
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I may not tickle ivory as my elders’
my elders can surely make those ivory keys sing
bending wood between joints of their fingers like strings
strings that belong to God this I’m sure
but in the closet of my soul
I remember my mother’s knees
closely, compacted mahogany-copper
bone replaced with steel, firmly planted to hear the voice of God
washing the rags of her eyes
her eyes on God
keeping her posture on the threshing floors
fleshing out tears as white as snow
I remember the simmering rain, of prayers
with utterances that kept us warm
utterances in key where prayers go
when they are tattered and worn
prayers that give us new names
that we are not who we used to be
and prayers that affirm our higher calling,
A Poet's Vision 
thank you for offering us yourself, but also your mother. It means a lot to me.
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thank you so much Maren , 😊💙
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Another beautiful poem and video. This time I really noticed the music accompanying your words and the images. You continue to amaze me with your ability to combine the three.
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thank you so much! this means so much, & thanks for stopping by 😊💙
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“Prayers that affirm our higher calling!” This poem is potently powerful Krissy. Thanks so much for sharing a deep, vulnerable side of you…now that’s strength girlfriend! 🙏🏼🥰💖😍👏🏼
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thank you so much Kym Amen 😊💙
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🙏🏼💖🌟💃🏽💜💐💋
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