Allow our prayers to be radical and tenacious…
written and spoken by the author of this blog…
Allow our prayers to be radical and tenacious…
written and spoken by the author of this blog…
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
If ever I should become a Love~ poet of sorts’
and I should answer love’s highest call
to be won like thunder on cloudy days or
quietly sit in God’s terrain, smell the sweet fragrance of prayers drifting by
dripping with desperate pleas’ and why, why why,
but suddenly in the foggy trance of grace.
in the midst and in the haze
there but only love should appear,
to drown out our puddles of gloom and fear,
lead us to a secret place,
change our dirty garments, give us holy names
with no more worry, no more pain
wrap us in infinite arms…
I’ll say I met the poet’ of poets’
all that God is, and all that love is,
and all that God is,
Love…
kindness sister Krissy
While the Darkness is still breaking through
God we surrender
in this valley of dry bones
you understand the heartache, the brokenness
and yet and still…
after we have done all that we can do,
to stand,
God,
we surrender,
and declare the Glory of the Lord
Blessings of health, blessings of wealth, blessing of hope, blessing of love, blessings overflowing
God we,
surrender
after the madness of darkness
after the portals of shattered things
such as tattered lint falling, slowly into spring
hope is a mother’s touch, unable to hold her child
undefined hope has room to grow
knowing the love of a mother, her love is still there
Hope like a wounded bird, pecking its’ way, untapped,
through the holes of despair, pecking at daylight
pecking at the seam
breaking through norms of dying
undue the burden, somethings gotta give
cracking at the yoke- wide with wings,
feeling high in the moment , a gush, a rescued touch
the ebb of love-ones’ emerge
believing, even when I’m weak
there’s possibility~ kindness sister
One day at a time sweet Jesus
Dear kindness on the days when I can’t seem to function like a normal adult, i’m happy to put myself back to bed and try again in the morning
Dear God seems like the whole world’s- up and went to the hospital..
and those that are alone, with cellphones and text -still perplexed
“dismayed afraid of the cough “‘
a spiff, or a wrong whistle
You made the flea and the ocean’
the spec of moon dust and the hurricane
paired each sky with its’ own perfected rainbow
and so as we stay in the boat
it might be 40 days and 40 nights
it might be the wilderness or red sea
but God send
back the dove – or the sparrow
with green olive branches
in her beak,
I still believe
you watch over me…
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
The world will wait, the world will be there when we get back,
breaking from the political pursuit of right and wrong, un-eventful attacks,
silly tit-for tat- who side are you on-
is it this or is it that?
Now we redefine our moral compass -what makes the human great? what makes our punny-life, surpass…
A riot of love anticipates- once our arms were full,
things that seemed so small
now it hold these memories,
breaking of friends – sharing a piece of savory bread
spilling the tea but
hesitating to say the words that we should have said, laying on of hands, touching one with tip of the hand, we’ve taken for granted
love- on love- Loves upping the antic
“Love is patient -Love is kind”
Love can mold new jewels of precious minds
the one that collects our trash is our hero – he keeps our city streets
the one that teaches the child – he/she is our hero- sharpening the minds -imaginary discoveries
the ones that carry sick, working around the clock – the keepers of life and the dying
the mothers, the students,
the fathers and friends
our distant cousins
our neighbors
our distant friends
only love
can make the world go round- turning the world upside right
“love is patient -love is kind”
kindness sister Krissy
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