Tag Archives: spirit

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

Moving Up a Little Higher

In the middle of the road

of all that stands on broken-coves

watching the dance of daylight

creeping, slope by slope out the of the frame

withering and wilting

from the way we could have been great

we could have save the day,

maybe made a real change

maybe break pseudo-fame,

maybe held our exhausted heads,

in whisper

proclaim…

America has it problems, our skin to skin issues

maybe its time we solve’em

the haphazardly excursion that nothing’s ever wrong

please excuse me when you see me move

from the lonely broken roads

where the light seems to peep, broken surges

sweltering, broken concrete

I’ll be moving on~kindness sister

Drive Through Worship

I attended a drive through service

not like the fried chicken joint on the corner

or the liquor store that’s never

close. This worship, broken, by parked cars in cramp

parked spaces. Horns tutted, as tambourines.

the shocks on our SUV’s are gone. Reverberating

communion, the preacher dressed in gladness

through the madness of a pandemic

we joined car to car to worship

under the sunshine, under the decaying cross

dripping with mortals singing.

Three block away from where I live

in nature we drive away

having received God in our cars.

kindness sister Krissy

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