As our government transitions from one president to the next, most of us are praying for peace. I include myself in their number. What I cannot stand behind, however, is the call to “forgive and move on.” To explain, I must bring in my Catholic upbringing. In the sacrament of Reconciliation, two things are required. […]Reconciliation Requirements — praypower4today
by the author of this blog
Its’ been harder than ever, to write and breathe so deeply. To do the work of restless breathing, touching wounds that haven’t quite healed correctly, I am afraid.
these scars will fester, these scars won’t jester…
feel them, my knees are hard as black coals,
feel them, my heart swallows shadows,
feel them my feet are swollen in grief,
O’ God I’m still here…. (written by the author of this blog)
My life is a singing bowl
levitating over the song in my head
sometimes I simmer on repeat
sometimes -nimble, sometimes I catch the light
having conversations with my darkness
sometimes beautiful things, sometimes I just be there
bathing, dripping in the goodness
My life too is a singing bowl ~kindness sister Krissy
Dear kindness Mother, there is still much to discover. How the sky arrives to us in big puffy masses? How humanity has assumed, humans would always be at the top of the food chain.
now something is eating us. Or was it always. So we ask: How safe are our mask? How did it happened? How careless were we not to recognized?
but there in another instant, as the morning dew, replenishes- ancient- Mother. Too my surprise! I saw faith in a beautiful world, once so far apart. Once too distant to notice, a full sweeping-wind. Too busy to care about the smell the of marigolds or watch a daisy spin.
Dotted I’s. me- me-me and mine. A worldly -worlds’ consuming…
And now I see, a pulling together. Imam’s, Priests, Pastors, Rabbi, Master’s, Bishops,Pope, Witch doctors, Sky-Mother, Guru’s, Druids, and even those to sacred to tell.
Praying for healing blessing Mother Earth to be Well.
Dear kindness its’ praying time oh’ church its’ praying
kindness sister Krissy
I came here because the the world is always changing. Sometimes I am too.
Yet and still…
I believe human kindness is a way of putting our arms around the world with compassion in raw un-edited truth that changes the way we write poetry. Kindness, I believe is a moral lifestyle. I’m just trying to do my part in making the world a better place.
I believe kindness-poetry can be felt- chirping off the page. Even now, there’s this gentle nudge that lets’ me know, I’m not alone. That’s kindness.
I believe in kind words that can grab you from the edge of defeat, place you in the center of everything and watch your spirit rise. In the words of Alice Walker, “I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it.”
That’s kindness too.
I believe kind-poetry in this kind-way lift voices out of ghost towns, and ghettos, and prisons- and makes our human experience- transform as to what it has been into visions of hope, and growth and strengthen our mere existence from invisible, margins of living and dying but we all could use kindness as a way of loving ourselves and each other. We could all use human kindness to rebuild extraordinary lives from what has been,
to what human kindness, still must be.
your kindness sister Krissy
Bring back the days, Mama would say, “its’ okay to be crazy
its’ okay to be afraid” – stores running empty, people running insane,
I read in the good book, one woman and child,
had only one jug of oil, one last cake – “that they may eat it and die”,
the prophet replied “make what you have for me, you won’t go without”
her faith lead her to believe and they were satisfied for many days.
So though, it may rain, or sun has come to bring her gift to earth.
I’m so sure this prayer may take awhile…
God you feed the raven, keep the brooks and rivers full.
you pull down the seasons of white snow and change
you called us by name, you still hold the whole world in the palm of your hand, you breathed life down into my lungs,
I give this prayer like sweet smelling rose,
calm every nerve in my body, soothe every ache
transcending the worlds on lock down,
sending manna for bread, and oil that won’t run out
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
While the world has found a way to market everything from toilet paper, to pantyhose and even man-kinds’ well being.
I’ve come to believe, I cannot market my soul,
that’s the one thing that’s not for sell.~kindness sister Krissy