Disrupting Sunday:

 

Over there and over here
storms like Sundays’ meetings
they keep coming.

life’s not supposed to hurt, not like
a thousand different storms
thrashing out that kind of beauty

all we’ve ever owned on the street
evicted shoelaces, and nothing to keep

not the door, not the chair, not the love-seat,
not even the wallpaper.

whispers of voices, walking by

they didn’t notice the beatings,
they didn’t see the bravery

see me standing in the storm
swallow back misery and keep
my feet on the ground

they didn’t see
my ears to the thunder
how wide my hips are- holding all my children

they didn’t see me call on Jesus
walk on water, sweep up my prayers
with brooms, I don’t own

they didn’t know, I brought the storm~your Kindness sister Krissy Mosley