In many ways we dream almost golden, the thorns that might arise breaking the nightfall. beyond the need of intelligence or intellect. A flower unveiling petal by petal, knowingly, the day awaits us to the sweet looming light,
Soft timid blooming- press
turning the world around in a spec
that it is the earth’s kindness as she brings
icy lakes, black and white snow
mud piles on the road
journey attending,
as we go …
kindness sister Krissy
Krissy Mosley Ministries 
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