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Crucified but Not Alone:

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I know I’m nothing like Jesus and those who would be crucified 

the smell of fear bombards across county lines
Salvation in the air, in these troubled times,

coming to the creator,
earnest pining cry, budding from its curdled shell

thrown upon ourselves, for the saving ourselves 

to learn the mysteries of a fallen cross, in between two thieves

athirst, bursting, piercing in his side

humanity comes alive, in the darkness

a pinch of glory

communion wafers, paper thin,

and waters in the blood 

nobody but nobody can carry this cross 


kindness sis Krissy


Mama’s Cadence:

Just the other day, I ran into the early years of myself. Barely, 4 feet tall, mostly all knees and elbows. I knew it was me, The sun became the smile on both sides of my cheeks. The wind never did know how to style my hair.

Laughter and I were two peas in a pod. Laughing so hard, til my spleen ached in between the moments of leaving home so mama could find another job and a better place to live. Those were hard and good times. Times of pruning and turning. Times uncertain yet worthy of learning.

They were the years the taught me the most resilience. Mama always had a bounce back, (back-bone) spirit. Even now, Mama still wears her smile like its’ Sunday.

She leans over from her hospital bed takes a few sips of steamy Chamomile and says “chile, just smiling, that’s makeup’ enough for me.”

Mama never did believe God made anyone old. Just grace enough to keep on living.

Mama: “getting old was a concept man made. You know, the beauty that God gave, never get’s old. Even when life beats at you or dust-your-coat a few times. So what! You gotta, keep picking up that dust. Blowin’ it back to the wind. If gets down into your eyes and makes your face, get all red and puffy. Wipe that snot off.

Mama: “Crying is the water of life. So if I’m crying, I’m still here. If I’m in pain. My body make a little noise at night . I’m still striving, cause I’m still here.”

“That’s alright by me.”

kindness sis Krissy

Sunday’s Sun

today's sun

We made our pots to catch

God’s Sunshine

with life’s fleeting currants

the heart’s desire is to dance

Drifting in semi straight lines

Maybe we’d crash

maybe we’ll fly

yet dashing through each frame

gazing straight into the sun

Love’s Tree

                   Inflamed earthquakes

                   Invisible to my cry

                   I saw love tenderly tending,

Exchanging her life for me

I saw love marching to a lovers’ drum

I saw love hanging between two thieves

With vinegar stained lips

“The Temple’s Veil” torn in two

“Forgive them,” that’s what I saw love do!