The heart of a book, is something whispered over and over again until you can’t help but to pen-to-heart . I believe the mystical -magic is in the wonder. Will the words come? How the pages fly?
Unfold like the bones of old shaken souls. Ignite the power, the soul of my pen. Maybe for the next generation. Maybe comfort for the moment.
Empty out this soulish cry. In tears, in hope, in gratitude. These are the words that chose me. Whispers that creep..
Followed by: moan-full prayers drifting. Salt-full beginnings,
watch the darkness flee,~ Kindness sister Krissy
I started to believe my soul and I had parted ways. looking over this year and even the one leading up to this
I felt abandon, I felt the sting of loss, somewhere in the spirit of facing the truth.
I believe there is nobody human enough to take count, the cost of grieving. I believe comparing one loss to another is painful,
but to touch another soul like mine, is the beginning of wholeness.
I often find my soul and I have much to discuss,
many nights of pleading with my soul to stay,
C’mon soul, stay alive
C’mon soul its okay not to be okay, C’mon soul talk with me
meet me in the mirror unveil, the beauty of telling the truth
C’mon soul, you can’t stay here you’ve gotta move, you’ve gotta get up,
you’ve gotta try.
you’ve gotta fight~ Kindness sister Krissy
Sometimes change is standing still,
out in the middle of nowhere watching the breeze comb through the sky, sitting down at the banks of river, tip, the scales of grace- while the waters are flowing and the green grass tickles the heels of ivory sand.
Lay down in the coolness of the day being loved in all that God made watching me, and me watching God and God walking in the silence
and silence blowing back a smile in my direction . that’s how I knew I was something God made and God was there eavesdropping goodness …~kindness sister Krissy
created and spoken by the author of this blog
[Note: The following is a collaboration between Krissy Mosley of Visionarie Kindness and Lori Strawn of Praypower4Today. Krissy’s words are in bold; Lori’s in regular type.] In the deep dark depths where lost things go Outside, at the bottom of ourselves three steps down before the sidewalk begins where the heartbeats are faster against the […]Resurrected Hope — praypower4today
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(photo- of my babies when they were small)
Some things are never forgotten, laboring souls that go to church
because we didn’t know, how to fight tired nights with weary days.
or the systems of oppression-recession,
systems that knock us down to the date, they go w-a-a-y back,
systems that refuse to acknowledge more external,
as to the wisdom of God
the creator of all that is,
both in & out-eternal
Prayers flooding beneath the red cushion-stains
the brown and grey wooden Briar-patch
Attach to us the impossible,
Miracles so wide spread they reach even the dead
so let it be said ,
we got up and walked
walked on water
“stopped the mouths of lions”
turned our “waters into wine”
we “touched the hem of his garment”
we “laid down our burdens”
for the last time
kindness sister Krissy
Although the egoic mind points the blame. Perilous times shall come. All the world’s afraid, hurt cannot be transformed. So let the wound lie open, let the winds blow on the wound, sprinkle a savor’s salt on the wound, let the wound lie open. Our days are numbered and our days are short. Love cannot be stopped. Hurt cannot be transformed, so let the wound lie open, let the children rise.
rivers of love
like tiny rose petals
with the tides
Healing storms in my pocket
deeper and deeper still
Visionariekindess2015 (Image by Malisha Goggans)
And when the man of time is done
Trees cut through and through
Oh’ Beastly – silly one
Give yourself to you
and not another
Lend your cares not to beg
In sorrow sow joy
In Mourning sow a gentle burst of sun
Fathering a simple plea
when my life is done
You shall see me again
kneading a shadow’s glow
in a dash hope –
life is sweeter