I’ve been missing in action for a while, working on sunflowers in my backyard. In the world’s devastation, once again
I find my prayers sowing & seeping, planting and reaping. There are days where human words cannot reach, only spirit sprigs the breach,
your spirit, sit next to my spirit, be still, in all the chaos of the wind.
Weep with me, that our souls may find sanity,
help me to believe in better days
around the sun ,
unconsumed by the flood….
created and spoken by the author of this blog kindness sis, Krissy Mosley
created & spoken by the author ~kindness sis, Krissy Mosley
created and spoken by the author of this blog
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