
Tag Archives: miracles
Nourishing Sunday Morning Love: aka: Supercharging Miracles

my love is healing
my love is soft & comfy
my love is Sunday morning- love
my love is holy waters – love
my love is fresh full manifestations of grace
my love is snow gazing, watching glory fall….~your poet Krissy Mosley
The Light is Still Coming:
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
“Feel A Little Prayer Wheel Turning, Know that the fires burning” : “Say A Little Prayer,” Goes A Long Way
One thing I could always count on was morning prayer. Even when things went wrong, bouncing around seem to be my middle name. Sometimes we moved across town only to move back downtown. Only to slide back over to the east of the city. The one thing that remained constant was prayer.
I can remember the all night prayers huddled around the living room. I can remember mama and her holy oil. Glued to the walls and metallic wallpaper. I can remember the smell of castor oil and frankincense. I can remember the pouring of water in ceramic bowls. Two of my mother’s bowls were split down the center.
Crackling of waters in clay.
We stood, we bowed, we laid prostrate,
we gave our prayers to faith,
we surrendered those days,
where the nightmare seemed to creep behind those prayers we prayed
here we are counting broken-ness, as our eyes grew legs searching for the sun.
there we are, staying all night if we had to, until the fetters of our minds were done.
some said, “it didn’t take all that” but we prayed
to keep our sanity,
some said “they didn’t have time to pray” but mama said she “could pray any time, anywhere. In whisper, softly and moaned. Through song, until the prayers got down to the bone.
we prayed while our faith seemed weak and worn out
we prayed with no money in our pockets
we prayed together, we prayed alone
we prayed with eviction notice in our hands
we prayed picking iron beds and recycled soda cans
we prayed…
and I still believe miracles happen when you pray.
kindness sister Krissy
Saving the Best For last

(photo- of my babies when they were small)
Some things are never forgotten, laboring souls that go to church
because we didn’t know, how to fight tired nights with weary days.
or the systems of oppression-recession,
systems that knock us down to the date, they go w-a-a-y back,
systems that refuse to acknowledge more external,
as to the wisdom of God
the creator of all that is,
both in & out-eternal
Prayers flooding beneath the red cushion-stains
the brown and grey wooden Briar-patch
Attach to us the impossible,
Miracles so wide spread they reach even the dead
so let it be said ,
we got up and walked
walked on water
moved mountains
“stopped the mouths of lions”
turned our “waters into wine”
we “touched the hem of his garment”
we “laid down our burdens”
for the last time
kindness sister Krissy