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Hanging on Hope:

Leaping with fresh waters, listening to the invisible, mystical, whimsical, music in my head ~your Poet Krissy

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Sunday Nourishing Love: #Prayers, #Prayersforlove My heart goes out to the Family Tyre Nichols

the wellsprings of nourishing souls

their dwellings of inner sacredicity 

holy journeys, pieces of the one/ whole- 

being , where we began 

beginnings of the heart as grains of glass & sand 

collapsing into everything

everything and nothing is as it seems 

so much so, somethings good-bad

like chaos echoes  kindness in  humanity 

how can we live without harming ?

what does wisdom do now? 

how do i stop the screaming faces, so jarring?

o’ holy souls /verses in crowded interceding

praying for me to remember, 

don’t you remember lapping up the sun in your sleep, 

don’t you remember tracking the sound of the deep, 

the face of God, the breath of grace, breathing me in the morning, 

the alleluia chorus, 

and finally a place, 

where I belong. ~your Poet Krissy Mosley ©2022

by the author of A Poet’s Vision

Healing Sisters:

My sisters write healings’ til there is only sacred breath, she heals as writes, she heals as she plays, she heals as she prays, she heals as she chants, she heals as she sings, she heals as she dances through the words she speaks, of former wounds and making of these wounds “beauty for mapping”.

 Sifting and shifting higher worthiness, all the ways of her own. In worthiness, she is worthy to be blessed, and worthy to bless others. 

She is worthy of love. Worthy of loving herself, worthy of her own imperfections. Worthy of holding the high watch of her own peace. Worthy of sacred space & sacred ritual. Worthy to be forgiven & worthy to forgive.

 

 In that of what we are healing-art transformed, for some of us, the most brutal and teeth cutting existence through the fluidity of colorless liquid of miracles, flowing out of our bodies, blood like water, to watch our souls pounding in cadence, “oh’ how, we must sing the Lord’s song in a strange land”~ your poet Krissy Mosley ©2022

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Surrendered Echoes:

 I am surrendered moments. 

I am surrendered stillness 

I am surrendered silence. 

I am surrendered spirit. 

I am surrendered growth. 

I am surrendered truth. 

I am surrendered grace. 

I am surrendered faith. 

I am surrendered hope.

 I am surrendered presence.

I am surrendered joy. 

I am surrendered peace. 

I am surrendered love. 

I am surrendered freedom.

Who am I? I am me.

~your Poet Krissy Mosley ©2023