Tag Archives: faith

In The Night Season (Prayer Poem Video)

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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

In the Ring Of Isolation: I Got Crazy-Stupid faith: Aka: I keep Getting Up

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When sadness comes for me

I’ll be dancing my way in poetry

down bean pods in limbo, breaking my awkward pause

to feel the thud, to crawl when I can’t walk

sling, by sling, thump by thump

I’m alive

wrestling madness private eye ,

my swing is stupid,

my right hook, even I didn’t see it coming

I wade in stillness,

I wade in crazy-stupid faith

I wade and breathe in the music,

hold-up the cotton- candy sky

mint and saffron in all my daze

teleport sadness, inside

drizzle refreshing, dash, pip, bop and blow

ring the bell, shake and shake

I’m ready this time.

~Kindness

One Day When Love Comes

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There may be moments when God catches us before our knees break or lock in place. Three inches before the floor,

where we never hit the floor- cold,

but there will be moments, even small lifetimes, cast-iron skillet livings, hard as you can’t stand to stand

the un-ruling heat of the flame. burning blankets, and leaves, just to stay.

taste the bitters, fine smothered herbs in red

Hold out our arms as Job,

pray so hard like Jesus ,

sweat and tears percolate

great drops of blood

of love,

and love in the making

earth quaking

sky pulls up, her splendor

to uncover,

the question what’s love made of?

empty cross nails, impale the fragile spirit

come away from bone

Hold love, wrap love, with shadows in the darkness, “fear no evil”- love

ghost giving, un forsaken,

surrendered- love

kindness sister Krissy

Watch My Faith Work:

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Dear kindness, the sun went on shinning like it was supposed to. The winds blew softly. The trees may be bare but the grass is slowly, turning green.

I choose to believe my faith is made by my words,

My works are made in faith,

I believe with all of you

this is the “good fight of faith”

In the end, We Win!

kindness sister Krissy

To Every Dark Cloud, Speak Life:

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Dear Kindness, I’ve always lived facing something if it wasn’t, one thing it was ten other things. A great man once said “you must be able to weep and still be counted as warriors.”

That’s how I’ve been feeling as of late. I feel like sobbing the night away. I feel uncertainty like muddy clouds – my tiny raindrops, are for the angels to carry.

Sometimes when things get to heavy the human body has ways of discarding what it no longer needs. In the words of the good book. I’m paraphrasing, “weeping may endure for one night, but joy must come” joy will come, and we shall have joy after while”

Somehow, after that,

I rise up, with a little more grit,

I rise with a little more strength,

I rise with a little more getting up,

that everything is going to work out,

just fine.

kindness sister Krissy

Dear Kindness Diary

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Dear kindness, I keep showing up here, while the world is always overly busy. I’m finally learning,- learning to slow down, catch a glimpse of the breeze I’ve been chasing. Air so crisp and light. I exhale my many roles, of many hats, bag-lady-queen,

sip kindly my blueberry tea-percolating.

Inwardly the steps I’ve been making,

air-tight cultivating, reservoirs of faith

in times like these, our gatherings were not in vain

our leaps of faith

our worship

our prayers

our fears to shake

drawing closer and closer to the day

to pull from our reserve,

hold out the light for others still coming

cast off the shadows

and wait for day-break

and wait for day-break

your kindness sister Krissy

A Way Over, A Way Out, A Way Through: Affirmation

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I am divinely blessed today

I am divinely restored today

I am grateful to be alive today

I am holding on to my faith

I will walk in faith

I will live by faith

I speak life today

I will wash my hands in faith not fear

I will respond in wisdom not stupidity

I “cast my cares on God for God cares for me”

your kindness sister Krissy

The Light is Still Coming:

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such a beautiful storm

seas talking with the ocean,

seen a many things passing, fearful and normal

never saw this day a-coming.

what If I can’t carry, everything -the world has me buying

what if I’m, running around with my eyes wide open – while others maybe dying

how will I know, I can’t carry this load

how will I know, if I’m half past crazy or its me and the world

one thing I know- I remember those old scriptures

I remember them well,

“reap what you sow” “God is not the author of fear nor confusion but of love and a sound mind”

so I’m telling myself, get hold of yourself

hold on to your faith and let go of the day.

hollowed hearts- cry out,

God we made our mistakes,

coming closer and closer,

the sky it awakes, turning our faces to you

God- we are turning our faces,

to you. Amen.

your Kindness sister Krissy

“Feel A Little Prayer Wheel Turning, Know that the fires burning” : “Say A Little Prayer,” Goes A Long Way

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One thing I could always count on was morning prayer. Even when things went wrong, bouncing around seem to be my middle name. Sometimes we moved across town only to move back downtown. Only to slide back over to the east of the city. The one thing that remained constant was prayer.

I can remember the all night prayers huddled around the living room. I can remember mama and her holy oil. Glued to the walls and metallic wallpaper. I can remember the smell of castor oil and frankincense. I can remember the pouring of water in ceramic bowls. Two of my mother’s bowls were split down the center.

Crackling of waters in clay.

We stood, we bowed, we laid prostrate,

we gave our prayers to faith,

we surrendered those days,

where the nightmare seemed to creep behind those prayers we prayed

here we are counting broken-ness, as our eyes grew legs searching for the sun.

there we are, staying all night if we had to, until the fetters of our minds were done.

some said, “it didn’t take all that” but we prayed

to keep our sanity,

some said “they didn’t have time to pray” but mama said she “could pray any time, anywhere. In whisper, softly and moaned. Through song, until the prayers got down to the bone.

we prayed while our faith seemed weak and worn out

we prayed with no money in our pockets

we prayed together, we prayed alone

we prayed with eviction notice in our hands

we prayed picking iron beds and recycled soda cans

we prayed…

and I still believe miracles happen when you pray.

kindness sister Krissy