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Day13 #WritingMyselfWhole: Spirit in Progress….

Poet Krissy Mosley

I’m redefining how, my mind, body and spirit works…..

Day4 #Writing Myself Whole: Inward Journey of Prayers(Affirming)

 

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I will show myself compassion and allow compassion to extend itself to others.

May I feel the power of love surrounding me. 

May I feel connected and whole,

May I remember the little things…

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I may not tickle ivory as my elders’

my elders can surely make those ivory keys sing

bending wood between joints of their fingers like strings

strings that belong to God this I’m sure

 but in the closet of my soul 

I remember my mother’s knees 

closely, compacted  mahogany-copper 

bone replaced with steel, firmly planted to hear the voice of God 

 washing the rags of her eyes 

her eyes on God 

keeping her posture on the threshing floors

fleshing out tears as white as snow 

I remember the simmering rain, of prayers 

with utterances that kept us warm 

utterances in key where prayers go

 when they are tattered and worn

prayers that give us new names 

that we are not who we used to be 

and prayers that affirm our higher calling, 

#Write Myself Whole Day3: Survival of A Psalmist

From time to time, the person I no longer -am has come to say goodbye. And it’s okay. I want the old me to know. I see you. Bowed head, shrinking back. Third-degree burn on your right hand. I see you. Oh! How have we grown as the years have gone on. 

The scars I was carrying have no weight on who I am now. I won’t dismiss the facts. We’ve had a lot of ups and downs. And the trail of deaths runs deep.

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  I have come back to  take you by the hand, to lead you into a glorious departure. I’m better now, as are you. The little girl in me is cheering, every scar, every wounded hole, every dark night of the soul, We are the answered prayers of treacherous nights. We are  the songs of holy grail, that’s right!

 it’s’ time you know, 

I whispered you into that holy-goodnight, 

I smiled at you, at thought of your transmission,

 I played this verse in your remembrance,

a sway of nod, impermenament,   

There’s a new story to hum, 

off key needs a bit of tuning though, 

I have a good-good feeling, doe! 

in gitty-pockets like butterflies 

take the wings of the morning, 

I realize I am life’s unpretentious dance, 

an ocean-breath on a life-time of chance 

churning fragile into fragrant, woody resinous 

drink from my own homemade cistern, 

eternal resilient- taverns of waters, 

are always flowing, always leading 

me home.

Poetry Krissy Mosley 2022