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Sunday Nourishing Love: #Prayers, #Prayersforlove My heart goes out to the Family Tyre Nichols

the wellsprings of nourishing souls
their dwellings of inner sacredicity
holy journeys, pieces of the one/ whole-
being , where we began
beginnings of the heart as grains of glass & sand
collapsing into everything

everything and nothing is as it seems
so much so, somethings good-bad
like chaos echoes kindness in humanity
how can we live without harming ?
what does wisdom do now?
how do i stop the screaming faces, so jarring?
o’ holy souls /verses in crowded interceding
praying for me to remember,

don’t you remember lapping up the sun in your sleep,
don’t you remember tracking the sound of the deep,
the face of God, the breath of grace, breathing me in the morning,
the alleluia chorus,
and finally a place,
where I belong. ~your Poet Krissy Mosley ©2022
Sharing More: From My Out Of Print Book: Saltwater On My Knees #poetry #writerslift
Healing Sisters:

My sisters write healings’ til there is only sacred breath, she heals as writes, she heals as she plays, she heals as she prays, she heals as she chants, she heals as she sings, she heals as she dances through the words she speaks, of former wounds and making of these wounds “beauty for mapping”.
Sifting and shifting higher worthiness, all the ways of her own. In worthiness, she is worthy to be blessed, and worthy to bless others.
She is worthy of love. Worthy of loving herself, worthy of her own imperfections. Worthy of holding the high watch of her own peace. Worthy of sacred space & sacred ritual. Worthy to be forgiven & worthy to forgive.

In that of what we are healing-art transformed, for some of us, the most brutal and teeth cutting existence through the fluidity of colorless liquid of miracles, flowing out of our bodies, blood like water, to watch our souls pounding in cadence, “oh’ how, we must sing the Lord’s song in a strange land”~ your poet Krissy Mosley ©2022

Encourage Yourself:

Reminding myself
that I’m more,
than a number, or a like on the page,
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