I’m keeping the fires of my pen open,
warm, and tender, while the aromas are sweltering with salt and heat
feeling all the feels/ life carries my old story far-far away…
it’s time I tell myself a new story
My prayers are as numerous as a glistening sands quietly trickling through the galaxies into time and space continuum holding the weight of grace of a buoyant light unveiling the precious memories
little whimsy things, as migrating freedom, where prayers are born
Poet Krissy Mosley
Krissy Mosley Ministries 
5 responses to “All Night with My Soul:”
Again and again we tell new stories, then live new stories, then blow them into the wind so other stories can find us.
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Hello Krissy, I hope all is well with you.
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Lovely writing accompanied by such beautiful images! ❤
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I’m taken with “feeling all the feels” — to feel all my feelings in a healthy way is challenging but worthwhile.
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Thank you so much for including me and inspiring me.
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