Category Archives: Poetry

Come Alive (Prayer Video) One Written Sentence aka: many words to God…

Allow our prayers to be radical and tenacious…

written and spoken by the author of this blog…

Watch My Faith Go To Work: aka Love:

written and spoken by the author of VisionarieKindness (kindness sister Krissy)

In Between ourselves and the road we must, face o’ God allow our prayers to quake as thunder, allow our tears to hold courage in the face of adversity. Shower down healings’ for the nation. And synchronize our prayers with those who have marched on before us, those who have prayed us through darkest of nights. Where the stairs are torn and floor boards are bare. 

We stand in agreement with those “fervent effectual prayers of the righteous” those who press toward the mark of the prize of high calling …
with those that are not ashamed to say the name of Jesus in the morning, say the name of Jesus in the darkness of times 

synergize our prayers with faith and work and watch our faith go to work 

in the name of Love,

kindness sister Krissy

Master Of Everything:

Written and Spoken by the author of Visionarie Kindness

There is a pull

beyond the break of

to be made whole…

you take the wreckage of our lives and you are still able to make something of a masterpiece 
he’s the master builder never lost a battle

he’s the master potter

never lost any clay

repairer of the broken beyond the break …

kindness sister Krissy

Many Meetings’ With Love Poets’

Kindness sister Krissy

If ever I should become a Love~ poet of sorts’

and I should answer love’s highest call

to be won like thunder on cloudy days or

quietly sit in God’s terrain, smell the sweet fragrance of prayers drifting by

dripping with desperate pleas’ and why, why why,

but suddenly in the foggy trance of grace.

in the midst and in the haze

there but only love should appear,

to drown out our puddles of gloom and fear,

lead us to a secret place,

change our dirty garments, give us holy names

with no more worry, no more pain

wrap us in infinite arms…

I’ll say I met the poet’ of poets’

all that God is, and all that love is,

and all that God is,

Love…

kindness sister Krissy

In The Night Season (Prayer Poem Video)

written and spoken by the author of Visionariekindness Krissy Mosley

When our souls have reached the night season and it feels we are strumming our pain with uncertainty, this level of opposition it sits at  top of our souls 
 while the tides are so rapid and waves are all consuming,

but God this is where we meet Jesus, this is where we draw the line from fear

to speak in faith 

we draw the line in the night season , for the power of life and death still lies in our own tongues – so we speak life to every dark cloud, we speak life, through the valley of shadow of death ,

in despair and in the dry places, we speak life

so let the weak say I am strong, let the poor say I am rich,

 let health enter our bodies as good medicine,

 O Lord, keep your hand upon us and let no evil befall your people, enlarge our territory and bless us indeed 

your kindness sister Krissy

The Call of the Spirit:

written and spoken by the author of this blog VisionarieKindness your Kindness sister Krissy

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

Growing Lights

written and spoken by the author of this blog Kindness sister Krissy

Dear God deep down in the waters of my soul

I could hear the symphony of a billion lights

and cords could catch the ache

and for a second time

I would play each cord

of all the lights that would ever be

broken and healing

suffering and sacrifice

fallen and restored

victim and conqueror

this time, you and I would be better for it

o’ this time, there would a billion growing lights

under a fallen plan,

there would a billion growing lights

stand tall under the wonders of a mighty God

there would be a billion growing lights

receiving and understanding the miracles of his plan

this time …

kindness sister Krissy

God We Surrender…

written and spoken by the author of visionariekindness

While the Darkness is still breaking through

God we surrender

in this valley of dry bones

you understand the heartache, the brokenness

and yet and still…

after we have done all that we can do,

to stand,

God,

we surrender,

and declare the Glory of the Lord

Blessings of health, blessings of wealth, blessing of hope, blessing of love, blessings overflowing

God we,

surrender

Moving Up a Little Higher

In the middle of the road

of all that stands on broken-coves

watching the dance of daylight

creeping, slope by slope out the of the frame

withering and wilting

from the way we could have been great

we could have save the day,

maybe made a real change

maybe break pseudo-fame,

maybe held our exhausted heads,

in whisper

proclaim…

America has it problems, our skin to skin issues

maybe its time we solve’em

the haphazardly excursion that nothing’s ever wrong

please excuse me when you see me move

from the lonely broken roads

where the light seems to peep, broken surges

sweltering, broken concrete

I’ll be moving on~kindness sister

Wise Old Spirit

Photo by Matheus Bertelli on Pexels.com

Its been forever since I sat down and sent you a message.

You are the wise old friend, I’ve been meaning to get back to.

These day are like water in my hand and sand in my shoes

just when I think I’m holding on. Well you know the rest

it seems to slip and I find myself zapped and whipped

out energy, sputtering out of orbit.

So here is my call, my wise old friend

I’m coming home

its time I get back to me and

set some things straight. ~kindness sister Krissy