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singing bowl image pixabay.com My life is a singing bowl
levitating over the song in my head
sometimes I simmer on repeat
sometimes -nimble, sometimes I catch the light
having conversations with my darkness
sometimes beautiful things, sometimes I just be there
bathing, dripping in the goodness
My life too is a singing bowl ~kindness sister Krissy
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Photo by icon0.com on Pexels.com in my private moment of stolen grief
by public views of what appears
to be a happier version of me
what appears in blink of thunder and flash
to protect brokenness as leaky puddles
of someday when change comes
someday when the world is full stupid some-days
we can’t be tired of being sick and tired too long
because too many of us are dying under the burden of grief
head stones that roll away love in private pastures, shouting to the pieces of the soul that fly. Stay a little longer and let me be human with holes in the middle of my flesh and wounds that remember the safety in the someday when we go home where love is~kindness sister Krissy
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our eyes meet
in the coolness of the evening
where
I still believe in sunshine
where goodness can be
in all that is good
everything that good is made of
must lie somewhere in a hidden field of red poppies
powerful enough to heal a desperate
world.
~kindness sister Krissy
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I attended a drive through service
not like the fried chicken joint on the corner
or the liquor store that’s never
close. This worship, broken, by parked cars in cramp
parked spaces. Horns tutted, as tambourines.
the shocks on our SUV’s are gone. Reverberating
communion, the preacher dressed in gladness
through the madness of a pandemic
we joined car to car to worship
under the sunshine, under the decaying cross
dripping with mortals singing.
Three block away from where I live
in nature we drive away
having received God in our cars.
kindness sister Krissy
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Dear God
we are broken people
in a broken world
with broken things
and broken dreams
and broken spirits
God you know
the pieces of us
how they fly
how they fit
put us together
like humans
with kind hearts
and kind spirits
with smiles on our faces
~kindness sister Krissy
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when I am broken, I remember what wholeness is…
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Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com Hello, Morning its been a while since
you and I sat down -to share a hug or a smile.
these days don’t come easy, there’s been lots of soul-washing -feelings,
feels like latter rain of latter days
cloud gatherings that tell me how God dips my coffee-made soul deep down in honey
then I’m not alone and the bees are there to pollinate my tears into honeycombs
that tells me all my fears have drawn to the surface something that’s always been eroding
and finally when there’s nothing left to save
my soul and I find morning
kindness sister
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Photo by David Bares on Pexels.com I knew I still had some come back left in me,
I wanna be off the radar doing good
so good for the first time in a long time my socks match
with the those pink and green toes in the morning
doing so good, I’d wake up satisfied in
my own black coffee- they’d be singing folktales to me
hold my smile in the middle of adversity
braid my hair in milk and honey
with a splash of turmeric and cardamom
because there’s nothing better than that
golden life flowing, down on the inside
being the best of me
reaching for the rest of me
…~kindness sister
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after the madness of darkness
after the portals of shattered things
such as tattered lint falling, slowly into spring
hope is a mother’s touch, unable to hold her child
undefined hope has room to grow
knowing the love of a mother, her love is still there
Hope like a wounded bird, pecking its’ way, untapped,
through the holes of despair, pecking at daylight
pecking at the seam
breaking through norms of dying
undue the burden, somethings gotta give
cracking at the yoke- wide with wings,
feeling high in the moment , a gush, a rescued touch
the ebb of love-ones’ emerge
believing, even when I’m weak
there’s possibility~ kindness sister
Krissy Mosley Ministries 