Tag Archives: spirit

Where There’s Hope ~There’s Possibility, That’s where you’ll find me:

after the madness of darkness

after the portals of shattered things

such as tattered lint falling, slowly into spring

hope is a mother’s touch, unable to hold her child

undefined hope has room to grow

knowing the love of a mother, her love is still there

Hope like a wounded bird, pecking its’ way, untapped,

through the holes of despair, pecking at daylight

pecking at the seam

breaking through norms of dying

undue the burden, somethings gotta give

cracking at the yoke- wide with wings,

feeling high in the moment , a gush, a rescued touch

the ebb of love-ones’ emerge

believing, even when I’m weak

there’s possibility~ kindness sister

“You And Me: We Are God’s Heartbeat”

(digging through my family photos- my son at One years’ old, he’s 9 now)

deeply grieving, over the way it was,

church on a Sunday,

pub’s in the afternoon,

baptizing Jesus, and the things we lost

temporary-people, cut down in fields of green

temporary-socials, satisfied the touch of needs

I hate to say this..

nothing remains, nothing is promised

 save the pain for a little heartache

 save the tears in old used coffee cans

save the joy but let spill

over worries, even kill

over problems, gone down hill

over certain unmarked graves 

waiting for the day 

waiting for the new normal 

if it ain’t coming,

 I’m running to Jesus

finding that empty grave

lay down upon it,

be the stone that rolled away

be the cloth where is his head lay

be the dove that Christ had come

be the one that spreads good news

 be the spirit after flesh

be a witness, be the hope of a small child

be the one who thrives in uncertain times

be the one who’s light still shines 

there is, unconquerable hope 

and it lives in you & me ~kindness sister Krissy

One Day When Love Comes

There may be moments when God catches us before our knees break or lock in place. Three inches before the floor,

where we never hit the floor- cold,

but there will be moments, even small lifetimes, cast-iron skillet livings, hard as you can’t stand to stand

the un-ruling heat of the flame. burning blankets, and leaves, just to stay.

taste the bitters, fine smothered herbs in red

Hold out our arms as Job,

pray so hard like Jesus ,

sweat and tears percolate

great drops of blood

of love,

and love in the making

earth quaking

sky pulls up, her splendor

to uncover,

the question what’s love made of?

empty cross nails, impale the fragile spirit

come away from bone

Hold love, wrap love, with shadows in the darkness, “fear no evil”- love

ghost giving, un forsaken,

surrendered- love

kindness sister Krissy

A Way Over, A Way Out, A Way Through: Affirmation

I am divinely blessed today

I am divinely restored today

I am grateful to be alive today

I am holding on to my faith

I will walk in faith

I will live by faith

I speak life today

I will wash my hands in faith not fear

I will respond in wisdom not stupidity

I “cast my cares on God for God cares for me”

your kindness sister Krissy

“Feel A Little Prayer Wheel Turning, Know that the fires burning” : “Say A Little Prayer,” Goes A Long Way

One thing I could always count on was morning prayer. Even when things went wrong, bouncing around seem to be my middle name. Sometimes we moved across town only to move back downtown. Only to slide back over to the east of the city. The one thing that remained constant was prayer.

I can remember the all night prayers huddled around the living room. I can remember mama and her holy oil. Glued to the walls and metallic wallpaper. I can remember the smell of castor oil and frankincense. I can remember the pouring of water in ceramic bowls. Two of my mother’s bowls were split down the center.

Crackling of waters in clay.

We stood, we bowed, we laid prostrate,

we gave our prayers to faith,

we surrendered those days,

where the nightmare seemed to creep behind those prayers we prayed

here we are counting broken-ness, as our eyes grew legs searching for the sun.

there we are, staying all night if we had to, until the fetters of our minds were done.

some said, “it didn’t take all that” but we prayed

to keep our sanity,

some said “they didn’t have time to pray” but mama said she “could pray any time, anywhere. In whisper, softly and moaned. Through song, until the prayers got down to the bone.

we prayed while our faith seemed weak and worn out

we prayed with no money in our pockets

we prayed together, we prayed alone

we prayed with eviction notice in our hands

we prayed picking iron beds and recycled soda cans

we prayed…

and I still believe miracles happen when you pray.

kindness sister Krissy

Sending Out Love Bits All Over The World:

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Dear God,

Bridge our hearts forward when we can’t touch the ones, we love, those distant and those we haven’t heard of,

with courage we dial numbers of love ones,

holding the phone while we pray – everything will be alright

right in the middle of panic

our water bowls are full- pouring out our earthen prayers

with fleshy tongues, we beat, we nail, we sail

into the waters that carry burdens,

into the waters that taught us to cry.

There in the teardrop, of mercy- to cleanse

and waters, that still sweep our prayers gently to the sky

Heavenly Mother, abba’ Father

God and I so urgent we turn our faces

kneel down in ash- that is our lives

Save us, has you’ve done so many times

Kindness sister Krissy