She sat on us – dressing our skins with a bountiful awaiting.
She gave us – aloe’s bitter mist.
Her dew is full and refreshing.
I never saw clouds fall, quite like heavy burdens exploding.
I ‘ve seen the sky carrying her young.
I’ve stepped through teary, boughs rejoicing.
I no longer pray on my knees .
I’ve given them a rest.
Krissy Mosley Ministries 
8 responses to “A little Gift”
Amen, here!
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thank you kindly always a blessing you are Maren ❤
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Great post my friend!
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thank you Don 😉 thought I’d get back to writing, now that the storm has past. Enjoy the rest of your week- blessings to you….
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You’re welcome, Kristina. Stay cool!
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yes I am def. trying to 😉
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“I’ve seen the sky carrying her young.”
I love that maternal vision, not just for the clouds’ sake, but for ours as well.
Thank you for following and appreciating my poetry:)
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yes indeed, for our sake too.You are more than welcome, likewise thank you 😉
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