Krissy Mosley Ministries

The Race

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Walking
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My knees are made of rivers.

Not my own, but I do not know it,

Private landings synchronizing

limb to limb.

My womb is spirit-

My womb is spirit.

A window onto its own

dawdling stride in rhyme

through war zones.

Rivers bending backward

but I do not know it,

Shallow, unheard, rushing- faster

I tell her to slow down; she does not hear the groundbreaking.

Her windows are made of oolong feet,

And she must,

Walk to zion.

Poetry Krissy Mosley

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  1. loristrawn Avatar
    loristrawn

    “And she must walk to zion.” Mustn’t we all?!!!! Beautiful work here!

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    1. Visionariekind Avatar
      Visionariekind

      thank you kindly Loristrawn Happy Sunday with care 😉 Yes indeed we must all walk to Zion….

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  2. #Celonarants!! Avatar
    #Celonarants!!

    Reblogged this on CELONA'S BLOG and commented:
    You just can’t ignore this..
    Great piece 😉

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      Visionariekind

      wow thank you truly my hat off to you….

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      1. #Celonarants!! Avatar
        #Celonarants!!

        bless 😉

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  3. #Celonarants!! Avatar
    #Celonarants!!

    Followed you on twitter, kindly follow back
    Great work on the blog, keep the work going ;-D

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    1. Visionariekind Avatar
      Visionariekind

      ok will do, thank you for the reblog and comments means a lot …. blessings to you with care Krissy 😉

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      1. #Celonarants!! Avatar
        #Celonarants!!

        😉

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