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 
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