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All of Me: & I AM Enough…

Affectionately calling my soul’s shadow back to me, dearly beloved, the war of love, is not the battle of breads of those who have no crumbs,

but, the war of love is softly singing every note wrong, apologizing when you can’t hear the melody of justice,

the war of love, is softly sitting at the edge of life, showing up for that last ride on the merry go round, even when you know love may never make it home,

you pray love will carry love home, & you pray, that your love, will be enough… ~poet Krissy Mosley©2023

Day25 #WritingMyselfWhole: #PrayersForUvlade Texas,

Writer of Poet’s Vision

Put your
arms around me
we need it

not a moment of silence
not a whispering plea
let the world fall to its’ knees

let this prayer hold weight
with arms and legs
that change petty things
such as gun laws,
that hold ruthless evils
and keep- senseless death
from happening

Dear love,
keep our children
that they may have
a better chance
to run and roam free

Put your
arms around me
we need it

our prayers are for Uvalde ,for our school children and all those effected …. Poet Krissy Mosley

Day6 #WritingMyselfWhole : Light, Love and Darkness-Down to the Bone

Writing myself whole, was never about fixing myself . More so, it is about being myself. Nurturing without judgment. Self -acceptance at a deeper level. Not waiting for the world to accept me. In that notion, I now have the courage to accept my past as sacred, like the cocoon of the butterfly.

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This is the raw material of the journey, the mere process of being carried by the light. Excuse me, let me rephrase, allowing the light to carry me. Like silk is spun in the darkness.

The light was always around me. The light was always willing. Waking me up in the morning. Glaring down on me in the afternoon. It’s just- I’m more receptive to its beams, allowing its rays to engulf the beauty  of my dark circles -of Who and what I am to yet become.  As the old gospel blares its horn, “walk in the light, the beautiful light shines all around us  by day and by night. ” 

Nurturing my own darkness is just as important as nurturing the light. One day I woke up with that epiphany that darkness and light must always walk together. Or we wouldn’t have the one without the other.  

I can hear my great-Aunt Yula speaking to me in her low-husky 101 age -old- whisper “now “babie, you can’t go off and have sun without the- Good-lord’s-rain, ain’t no sense in thinking, you gonna grow up with God’s good, not the bad times too babie, so just hush-up now ” Crying on my good china. I could’ve set out the paper plates for all that”  

I’d just laugh and whimper a little more….

 We need the night, just as much as we need light. In the past I wanted to hide from my problems, separate myself from the issues. And when I couldn’t I’d justify why things couldn’t be more wholesome in my life. Believe me, I had a long iron-clad list. 

Krissy Mosley

When I say I’m better now, I’m on the journey of embracing, gaps in my teeth, my brown skin. And that’s just the surface, working on the inner parts of knowing I’m on the verge of the Great Love Spirit, of all life, all good ,all kind, all miraculous and as much as I hate to admit that means all the hell I’ve gone through, and everything in between.

This is Great-love- Spirit- revelation,
in that the pendulum swings hard in both directions.
And through- it- all, light is still there to carry us.
fire was there, to teach me how I burn,
clean and miraculous down to the bone.
and never forget its’ rage,
That same rage taught me
that love is a rage too,
love hard,
love inch by inch,
down to the bone.

Poet Krissy Mosley 2022

Prayers of Love: for Suffering and Safety

I know I’ve been missing in action quite a bit. Okay, it’s been a while. Even though I haven’t posted prayers until this one. I’m grateful to keep my prayer life. I heard a great man once say “Knocked down seven, get- up eight.” I guess in many ways, a lot of us all across the world are feeling tossed and torn with the vicissitudes of life. If I started talking about all the things that were wrong, I’d have no energy left to speak of the miracles “through the dark nights of the soul.”

Right here in the silence,
tiny pecks of the keyboard echo loudly.
How to begin again? At the scratch of it. In the stillness ,
nothing but nothing,
thoughts overtaking another.
Picture a cloud he says,
“thoughts like clouds,
heavy, bursting with
tears of rain.”

My prayer begins,
Hi God. Can you hold all of this?
Do you have somewhere special,
Where can you put war and suffering?
All of this, is more that a cloud passing
there’s thunder, agony,
soldiers on the rise.

created and spoken by the author of this blog Krissy Mosley

Watch My Faith Go To Work: aka Love:

written and spoken by the author of VisionarieKindness (kindness sister Krissy)

In Between ourselves and the road we must, face o’ God allow our prayers to quake as thunder, allow our tears to hold courage in the face of adversity. Shower down healings’ for the nation. And synchronize our prayers with those who have marched on before us, those who have prayed us through darkest of nights. Where the stairs are torn and floor boards are bare. 

We stand in agreement with those “fervent effectual prayers of the righteous” those who press toward the mark of the prize of high calling …
with those that are not ashamed to say the name of Jesus in the morning, say the name of Jesus in the darkness of times 

synergize our prayers with faith and work and watch our faith go to work 

in the name of Love,

kindness sister Krissy