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Day26 #WritingMyselfWhole: Keep Those Prayers Burning

We are kind,

gentle -natured people,

unfettered souls 

trying to piece together 

a living, 

trying to piece together faith 

trying to hold back- afraid 

like old cotton sheets

wa-a-y down in the wash 

smelling up the days 

of wa-a-y back when 

We made mud pies 

We made sunshine 

We glued our problems together

We loved real -hard

We fought real-hard

We prayed real-hard 

We dreamed real- hard 

We cried-real -hard

for real change to come…. 

Poet Krissy Mosley

Day25 #WritingMyselfWhole: #PrayersForUvlade Texas,

Writer of Poet’s Vision

Put your
arms around me
we need it
more
than
ever

not a moment of silence
not a whispering plea
let the world fall to its’ knees

let this prayer hold weight
with arms and legs
that change petty things
such as gun laws,
that hold ruthless evils
and keep- senseless death
from happening

Dear love,
keep our children
that they may have
a better chance
to run and roam free

Put your
arms around me
we need it
more
than
ever
now….

our prayers are for Uvalde ,for our school children and all those effected …. Poet Krissy Mosley

Day19 #WritingMyselfWhole: Bleeding Out Prayers in Poetry

my digital art ~ by the Author

As the morning moves the blues clean into hiding
and my tears have prayed me- even before I did
Marvin Gaye’s words prove to be the latest gospel
“oh mercy, mercy me, things ain’t what they used to be”

The soul of America, has a hole where there used to be a heartbeat
the heartbeat of souls slowly dripping over yonder-
the blood of worshipers’, the blood of grocery store shoppers’ ,
the blood of morning commuters’, the blood of protesters’,

the blood that gives me strength, blood that holds whole families together
the blood of day to day, and their blood still cries out from the ground

this is the ache of darkness we are forced to sit with it,
the ache we can’t swallow, because our throats are hard like stone,

Photo by Ingrid Dietrich on Pexels.com

so I must tell you, as I must tell myself,
don’t hold your breath
don’t hold back the tears that follow
don’t cut the black bird’s song
in mere and morrow

let the song bleed you
let this prayer, pray you
let these words hug you tightly
til you do

Poet Krissy Mosley

Dear God, Restore Us…

Its’ been harder than ever, to write and breathe so deeply. To do the work of restless breathing, touching wounds that haven’t quite healed correctly, I am afraid.

these scars will fester, these scars won’t jester…

feel them, my knees are hard as black coals,

feel them, my heart swallows shadows,

feel them my feet are swollen in grief,

and yet,

O’ God I’m still here…. (written by the author of this blog)

written and spoken by the author of this blog, kindness sister Krissy Mosley

Kindness Conversations Of Hope:

Dear kindness, I may see through a glass, in a half figurine. Tables turning. Blood rushing to the scene. Where have we laid our conversations? Where have we laid our un-prayed, prayers?

pixabay image

Over- yonder down by the riverside.

In the foggy-haze, taste a pinch of hope

see the sky, curl-over against the legs of the sun

bills unpaid, missed days, hair- all in blob, and done,

conversations now, are more than others got.

And God this is just a thought, if only, your hinder part

leave a spec of glory, that we pass through

so we may know, God has not forgot.

God has not, forgot.

Kindness sister Krissy

30 Ways I’ve Survived 7 Years of Being A Full Time Mom & Blogger

In my book, there are no shortcuts. Sometimes, I do believe I’ve gone the long way but in the end, I’m right where I need to be.

  1. Remember the old saying “Keep It Simple Stupid”
  2. Drinking Coffee (but not too much) really helps me
  3. Audio Books when I’m running low on reading fuel
  4. Telling Myself its okay to make mistakes
  5. Even If I’m A day late -its never to late to edit
  6. Plenty of water
  7. If I’m writing by 5:am take mini naps throughout the day
  8. On days I can’t find the words- Make lists
  9. Remember to open a window, let the airflow
  10. Neat spaces,
  11. When you can’t write- draw or color with the kids
  12. Make art Sandwiches with the kids
  13. Live by the seven hugs a day (my house rule) -mood booster
  14. Using Affirmations before Showering
  15. Listening to My Elders Tell Stories
  16. Plenty of Laughter Please
  17. Beatboxing with my kids so fun
  18. Family Meditation time & Morning Prayers
  19. Starting a home garden with kids takes the stress out of writing
  20. Running or Yoga made a huge difference
  21. Long baths with rose petals and soft music
  22. Finding artists groups for both writers and kids
  23. NaNoWriMo National Novel Writing Month(November)
  24. NaPowriMo National Poetry Writing Month(April)
  25. Writing Letters To Myself
  26. Little Hobbies that aid in healing
  27. Going to Bookshops
  28. Supporting Other Writers
  29. Re-reading Favorite Books
  30. Placing my hand on my heart- mini 5-second breathing

(feel free to share your tips on blogging and writing)

Kindness sister Krissy

Nobody but God

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I wanted to count the days a little longer. Stay under the brightness of the winter-storm. Snow and sun, and snow, slightly picking up mesquite winds. Although our worlds are shifting.

Our Merciful prayers have never been the same. The baby birds were cooing underneath the misty drizzle. The temperatures steady but dropping. The sky and I, weeping over something weak and terrible.

I think we were enjoying too much of self pity as of late. Tasting salt droplets, like leftover pudding. Cream still there just harder, firmer now. Puppy wrinkles for eyelids and the sky too. Didn’t seem to matter much. Neither one of us seem to help the other.

Then my soul goes off without me, as if it should, wondering about darkness, sickness bending one and the same ashy-twig, frantic but holding.

Dear God, the weakness inside my soul seeps out like weeds.

the needs of your people, ever-growing but God, this is where you crack our heads open with miracles unfolding.

kindness sister Krissy

Bathtub Prayers 3

A lonely place,

with salvation and intention

Running waters while I weep:

Dredging undefine pipelines

dredging underneath insecurities

dredging backward toward

gravity’s feet

separating the void-nothingness

In the beginning…