when I am broken, I remember what wholeness is…
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Finding Morning
Hello, Morning its been a while since
you and I sat down -to share a hug or a smile.
these days don’t come easy, there’s been lots of soul-washing -feelings,
feels like latter rain of latter days
cloud gatherings that tell me how God dips my coffee-made soul deep down in honey
then I’m not alone and the bees are there to pollinate my tears into honeycombs
that tells me all my fears have drawn to the surface something that’s always been eroding
and finally when there’s nothing left to save
my soul and I find morning
kindness sister
One Hundred and Twenty Versions Of My Come Back Stance :
I knew I still had some come back left in me,
I wanna be off the radar doing good
so good for the first time in a long time my socks match
with the those pink and green toes in the morning
doing so good, I’d wake up satisfied in
my own black coffee- they’d be singing folktales to me
hold my smile in the middle of adversity
braid my hair in milk and honey
with a splash of turmeric and cardamom
because there’s nothing better than that
golden life flowing, down on the inside
being the best of me
reaching for the rest of me
…~kindness sister
In the Ring Of Isolation: I Got Crazy-Stupid faith: Aka: I keep Getting Up
When sadness comes for me
I’ll be dancing my way in poetry
down bean pods in limbo, breaking my awkward pause
to feel the thud, to crawl when I can’t walk
sling, by sling, thump by thump
I’m alive
wrestling madness private eye ,
my swing is stupid,
my right hook, even I didn’t see it coming
I wade in stillness,
I wade in crazy-stupid faith
I wade and breathe in the music,
hold-up the cotton- candy sky
mint and saffron in all my daze
teleport sadness, inside
drizzle refreshing, dash, pip, bop and blow
ring the bell, shake and shake
I’m ready this time.
~Kindness
Chipping At The Window Of Goodbye: NaPoWriMo
(me -Krissy as a kid- gotta get back to my 3rd grade stories one of these days, photo taken in 1989)
I wanna live like love’s never dying
never saying goodbye, see ya later or next time, for now our goodbye’s are getting cold
there’s a lake camping out on my eyelids – east winds, blowing
southbound and strong, I remember the smell of old writings,
I remember fear eating away at the day -we’d say goodbye,
I’m still looking for the sun in Indiana
still growing-up to be a grow up – one of these ole’ days
still love to taste dark cherries of summer
still love to daze into the dawn of the open-sun
still love to feel small against river’s rapid drums
and know home-home is never done.
kindness sister Krissy…(one day at a time)
Resurrected Hope — praypower4today
[Note: The following is a collaboration between Krissy Mosley of Visionarie Kindness and Lori Strawn of Praypower4Today. Krissy’s words are in bold; Lori’s in regular type.] In the deep dark depths where lost things go Outside, at the bottom of ourselves three steps down before the sidewalk begins where the heartbeats are faster against the […]
Resurrected Hope — praypower4today
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My Help….
And now picking up our knees,
We sing til daylight,
Comes for us…
