Watering Lights:

krissymosleyministries

I taste the salt of many lives.

What is life? Is it not light that is alive?

What is being? If it cannot be tasted like sweet grass in passing.

I become

dry like the deepest parts of the valley. Longing for stillness.

I sap out the stolen-waters of many youths.

They should’ve loved.

They should’ve grown.

They should’ve changed.

They should’ve known.

To be caught in a snare like a bird.

If I was a Mississippi Burning

I would burn all evils plans.

If I was a song I would dissolve the greatest sorrow.

That love is the anthem, love is a translating tone.

If I was a prayer, I’d reach Jesus

tell’em, bring heaven,

bring the saints,

bring wisdom,

and give’em to us our foolish souls.~your Kindness sister Krissy Mosley

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