There may be moments when God catches us before our knees break or lock in place. Three inches before the floor,

where we never hit the floor- cold,

but there will be moments, even small lifetimes, cast-iron skillet livings, hard as you can’t stand to stand

the un-ruling heat of the flame. burning blankets, and leaves, just to stay.

taste the bitters, fine smothered herbs in red

Hold out our arms as Job,

pray so hard like Jesus ,

sweat and tears percolate

great drops of blood

of love,

and love in the making

earth quaking

sky pulls up, her splendor

to uncover,

the question what’s love made of?

empty cross nails, impale the fragile spirit

come away from bone

Hold love, wrap love, with shadows in the darkness, “fear no evil”- love

ghost giving, un forsaken,

surrendered- love

kindness sister Krissy

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  1. Maren Avatar

    Thank you for this — its power, its images and its demand to get into our lives.

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  2. loristrawn Avatar
    loristrawn

    This is speaking so deeply to me. Thank you!

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    1. Visionariekind Avatar

      aw thank you sister

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