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