Tag Archives: alive

One Sentence: My faith Is In God….

created by the author of this blog.

Rise up My Soul :

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

Write Myself Whole

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

Ode’ To “Their Eyes are watching God”…

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

Resurrected Hope — praypower4today

[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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Saving the Best For last

(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

moved mountains

“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

Love is a Revolution

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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.


Love is born willing and tender. Love has no color it can only be felt- like the cardinal bird whispering on the fence of my destiny -all things are possible,

Love is a revolution: ever flowing towards – out of solidarity to those seeking refugee, out of a thousand times of rested light – out darkness, love is born over and over. I feel it- sparkling and shimmering, even when the county is mourning- love helps us cry. Love helps us to feel. I honor love – Love is a Revolution. VisionarieKindness all rights reserved 2015

 

Over Me:

trees wet

Wash me

rivers of love

like tiny rose petals

budding underneath

tapered  fields

Wash me

bare

my imperfections

with the tides

Healing storms in my pocket

deeper and deeper still

Wash me…

Visionariekindess2015  (Image by Malisha Goggans)

I’ll tell you What I Know:

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