Placing my hands on the only pulse I know
& this is me
I stretch this breath,
slowly & softly
I drag out my exhale
nothing else,
nothing more,
can compete…
kindness sis, Krissy
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by the author of this blog
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The soul of America// in question
what lies behind the woodshed in democracy??
such a demigod, drunken in her own blood…
chip away, all the while/cipher/slash/erode
but the soul that knows, is the soul
that dares to right a wrong.
kindness sister Krissy🖤🖤
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Author of this blog Krissy Mosley… In a moment when our lives feel threaten,
and rage blows her timely cords…
We will press that rage into praise
and press our tears into songs of freedom…
your, kindness sister Krissy🖤🖤
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Finishing up Poisoner in Chief by Stephen Kinzer, this book needs to be taught in public schools. I’m starting Myrlie Evers-Williams “Watch Me Fly” I can’t put this book down…So many books on my to do list~ oh, my,my..☕
This has been a year of all years, to say the least. I’m at a lost for words, and I’m broken with the rest of the world. For the things I can never have back. The sweet phone calls of loved ones on the other end, the comedy of friends in passing. After the death of my mother in April, I believe, that’s where the bottom fell out. Shortly thereafter the sudden death of my neighbor in August. I felt like crying about it wasn’t enough. Praying wasn’t enough. My lamenting seemed to consume all of me at times. I wanted to stop and take notice. I had no choice but to do so ,as my life seemed to take an abbreviated pause in happiness & living.
And even through this, people are losing their homes, their very reason for living.
and yet, I’m encouraged to pick up the pieces, smothered in empathy and affection, I’m here & I’m with you, with the help from the almighty,(Great Spirit) we must carry on…
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In that of what we are living art transformed, for some of us, the most brutal and teeth cutting existence through the fluidity of colorless liquid of miracles, flowing out of our bodies, blood like water, to watch our souls pounding in cadence, oh’ how, we must sing the Lord’s song in a strange land” ~Krissy Mosley ( art for justice) Black &White
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Its’ been harder than ever, to write and breathe so deeply. To do the work of restless breathing, touching wounds that haven’t quite healed correctly, I am afraid.
these scars will fester, these scars won’t jester…
feel them, my knees are hard as black coals,
feel them, my heart swallows shadows,
feel them my feet are swollen in grief,
and yet,
O’ God I’m still here…. (written by the author of this blog)
written and spoken by the author of this blog, kindness sister Krissy Mosley -
Allow our prayers to be radical and tenacious…
written and spoken by the author of this blog…
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written and spoken by the author of VisionarieKindness (kindness sister Krissy) In Between ourselves and the road we must, face o’ God allow our prayers to quake as thunder, allow our tears to hold courage in the face of adversity. Shower down healings’ for the nation. And synchronize our prayers with those who have marched on before us, those who have prayed us through darkest of nights. Where the stairs are torn and floor boards are bare.
We stand in agreement with those “fervent effectual prayers of the righteous” those who press toward the mark of the prize of high calling …
with those that are not ashamed to say the name of Jesus in the morning, say the name of Jesus in the darkness of timessynergize our prayers with faith and work and watch our faith go to work
in the name of Love,
kindness sister Krissy
Krissy Mosley Ministries 