the wellsprings of nourishing souls
their dwellings of inner sacredicity
holy journeys, pieces of the one/ whole-
being , where we began
beginnings of the heart as grains of glass & sand
collapsing into everything
everything and nothing is as it seems
so much so, somethings good-bad
like chaos echoes kindness in humanity
how can we live without harming ?
what does wisdom do now?
how do i stop the screaming faces, so jarring?
o’ holy souls /verses in crowded interceding
praying for me to remember,
don’t you remember lapping up the sun in your sleep,
don’t you remember tracking the sound of the deep,
the face of God, the breath of grace, breathing me in the morning,
the alleluia chorus,
and finally a place,
where I belong. ~your Poet Krissy Mosley ©2022