Tag Archives: spirit

Ode’ A Mothers’ Prayer

with conviction, mothers raise their children in  prayers like rivers of the night, like the dreams of the negro mother. A higher Love,  through adversity,  through trauma and tragedy. through all night prayers, sitting by the bedside,

 awaiting -little makings of something beautiful.

 A higher Love,

that love would ask a mother’s dream – be heard over preaching reins of suffering up storms,

 be heard again in the quiet ache and swarm.

  allow the the dust to settle in a moment a woman is born…


Her prayers will breathe.

Dear God, for all of our Mothers

our prayers will wear our names as embers that burn before the throne
 prayers that be:  raging, weeping, sowing , seeping   prayers that break the monotony, degradation and  brutality prayers that have no end and no beginning. ~kindness sis Krissy.

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

In The Night Season (Prayer Poem Video)

written and spoken by the author of Visionariekindness Krissy Mosley

When our souls have reached the night season and it feels we are strumming our pain with uncertainty, this level of opposition it sits at  top of our souls 
 while the tides are so rapid and waves are all consuming,

but God this is where we meet Jesus, this is where we draw the line from fear

to speak in faith 

we draw the line in the night season , for the power of life and death still lies in our own tongues – so we speak life to every dark cloud, we speak life, through the valley of shadow of death ,

in despair and in the dry places, we speak life

so let the weak say I am strong, let the poor say I am rich,

 let health enter our bodies as good medicine,

 O Lord, keep your hand upon us and let no evil befall your people, enlarge our territory and bless us indeed 

your kindness sister Krissy

The Call of the Spirit:

written and spoken by the author of this blog VisionarieKindness your Kindness sister Krissy

So we stop,

and hear what the spirit has to say.

We are the branches, I’ll take my body to the altar

lay my body on the altar, encapsulate my tears on this altar

let oxygen move around

O’God revive the laughter of my soul

revive the hope of growing old,

revive the rivers flowing in my belly,

revive the tongues of my trees,

revive my spirit, my eyes that I might see

revive my heart ,my former dreams, revive the latter rain in me

revive the years from whence I came

revive each connective hymn and let me pray,

revive the cartilage in my knees,

revive my prayers- O’ God

we take our bodies to this altar

there are all night prayers in mama’s house

all night meetings before you sleep,

we stop,

and hear what the spirit has to say

kindness sister Krissy