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I listened to a women’s life story. How the sky became her home. How the trees kept her company when the windy -barks, lean and blow. The clouds to be her pillows on the cold October park bench. Her wavy-coiled black hair had a mind of it’s of own. Her full lips, spake of something I hadn’t yet known. She said
“I’ve never been lonely nor homeless” as long as I’ve had the sky. Wherever I’ve traveled or travailed, God has been watching and that’s good enough for me.” “I may not have the latest iPod or the lastest touch screen.”
“I’ve got pillars of clouds- some days they’re my angels, beautiful set-moons that mirror God’s reflection.”
“And when the morning comes, it reminds me -this is my home. Robust, rotund -green and full -I’ve always wanted my living room. Big, cozy -free.”
“A fireplace- when the sun goes pink, right before the night-blankets and tucks me in.”
One house of mercy
uncounted windows of love
40 years in the making – breaking everyone
cream-colored porches
scented cinnamon twigs
twisting in the distance, one sense of purpose -the soul searches and searches
praying for a sign of the dove.
kindness sis. krissy
Krissy Mosley Ministries 
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