We are kind,
gentle -natured people,
unfettered souls
trying to piece together
a living,
trying to piece together faith
trying to hold back- afraid
like old cotton sheets
wa-a-y down in the wash
smelling up the days
of wa-a-y back when
We made mud pies
We made sunshine
We glued our problems together
We loved real -hard
We fought real-hard
We prayed real-hard
We dreamed real- hard
We cried-real -hard
for real change to come….
Poet Krissy Mosley
slipping beneath the weeping willows breath
simmering milk of almond berries,
warm and fuzzy, bringing back that
golden feeling,
the winners are many failings in progress
my greater horizon, my greater yet to be
miracles of being,
leaping wondrously, and sublime
shouting to the mama star, I’m glowing winds, I’m bursting
I’m fresh, anointings, and healings too,
I am the Sunday in someday
I am bones of answered prayers
legs and arms and how to get there
sinew over sinew, hugs of
wide -valley-moving,
miracles of being,
going -on
in the soul
Dear God,
May the smallest tear drop, fall a thousand miles
to nourish the soul.
Rebuild the bridge of peace ,
finding ourselves returning home as we anchor ourselves down in the still waters of God’s grace and mercy.
We speak the words of Jesus as we abide in the loving arms of grace.
Peace be still. The peace of God, that passes all human understanding. And let this peace began in me. Our prayers are for Ukraine, and for every city and state. For every community and back alley every door way and every home “May God himself, the God of peace, sanctify us through and through.” May our whole spirits, body and our souls be preserved”. May our lives be touched, by the garment of compassion and held together by the renewable peace of God. ~with love your sister Krissy Mosley
I think to be a women’s writer today, is to take- all the things that break you, everywhere I’ve made a raw, ruin in my life and instead attempting to put them into some sort of organized crime unit for the world to see. Well I’ve given those things to gratefulness…
kindness sis. Krissy
I kept my eye on on the clouds
puffy masses, light-haze,
clouds praying alongside mine
that together with one of us
reaching God, before the other
the clouds and I, passing vapors
reciprocating midst in the sky
sometimes murky,
sometimes unseen
sometimes making faces
before long I’m wondering
are you following me,
or am I leading,
reeling upsidedown
the freshly-cut green grass, frost in the air
above there,
where voices are made,
one howling bow, epiphany
that’s how miracles are born,
un-noticed physical things
transmuting…
that is to say
those same clouds are transformed too
they’d known what I soon learned
it’s something of a miracle when
clouds gather,
praying, right alongside you
Kindness, sis. Krissy 🙂 free photo by pixabay.com
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