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Day21 #WritingMyselfWhole: C’mon my Soul ~don’t get tired…. video added Motivational Prayers in poetry

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Poet Krissy Mosley 2022

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

My Body is the Temple: aka Holy Ground Day22 #NaPoWriMo Happy Earth Day

by me

To pray you in the morning

as you reach the highest you 

blue moons make magic awakenings 

so rare, it only finds -you 

at the moment of your whole self 

anchored in the sweetest surprise of the gifts 

that you are breathing in the sparkling fleet of angels 

that ride, to carry into 

God aspirations, breathing out -your soul is prosperous 

and the bluebird sings her prayers in agreement

in answered prayers fields that moment you begin to pray

the prayer is heard, God thinking good- God thoughts about you

salt of the earth, a sound of many oceans, skipping out into the ethers’   

leaping joy -glory- bearing-joy, the burning bush, is always with you 

is always who you are,

so take off your shoes, you are

 holy ground,

holy ground.

you are.

Poet Krissy Mosley 2022

Bones of the Poem: Day21 #NaPoWriMo

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Let this poem, be the poem that finally 

swallows my ego, 

where i have died a thousand and one 

deaths, only to die again tomorrow, 

Let this poem be the blade of judgment, 

and bring back a compassionate plea,

blessed be the ointment of my soul, 

and I will know how it feels to feel, 

tears falling like monsoons out of season,

and I will know how it feels to feel, 

broken like the alabaster box at the feet of Jesus, 

and I will know how it feels to feel  alive, 

like the woman with the issued of blood,

twelve long years bleeding out

this single prayer,

and I will know this prayer sits at

 the door, patiently waiting for me,  

to come

home. Poet Krissy Mosley video created and spoken by me