The Voice Of Kindness speaks with compassion because kindness cares.
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When sadness comes for me
I’ll be dancing my way in poetry
down bean pods in limbo, breaking my awkward pause
to feel the thud, to crawl when I can’t walk
sling, by sling, thump by thump
I’m alive
wrestling madness private eye ,
my swing is stupid,
my right hook, even I didn’t see it coming
I wade in stillness,
I wade in crazy-stupid faith
I wade and breathe in the music,
hold-up the cotton- candy sky
mint and saffron in all my daze
teleport sadness, inside
drizzle refreshing, dash, pip, bop and blow
ring the bell, shake and shake
I’m ready this time.
~Kindness
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(digging through my family photos- my son at One years’ old, he’s 9 now)
deeply grieving, over the way it was,
church on a Sunday,
pub’s in the afternoon,
baptizing Jesus, and the things we lost
temporary-people, cut down in fields of green
temporary-socials, satisfied the touch of needs
I hate to say this..
nothing remains, nothing is promised
save the pain for a little heartache
save the tears in old used coffee cans
save the joy but let spill
over worries, even kill
over problems, gone down hill
over certain unmarked graves
waiting for the day
waiting for the new normal
if it ain’t coming,
I’m running to Jesus
finding that empty grave
lay down upon it,
be the stone that rolled away
be the cloth where is his head lay
be the dove that Christ had come
be the one that spreads good news
be the spirit after flesh
be a witness, be the hope of a small child
be the one who thrives in uncertain times
be the one who’s light still shines
there is, unconquerable hope
and it lives in you & me ~kindness sister Krissy
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(me -Krissy as a kid- gotta get back to my 3rd grade stories one of these days, photo taken in 1989)
I wanna live like love’s never dying
never saying goodbye, see ya later or next time, for now our goodbye’s are getting cold
there’s a lake camping out on my eyelids – east winds, blowing
southbound and strong, I remember the smell of old writings,
I remember fear eating away at the day -we’d say goodbye,
I’m still looking for the sun in Indiana
still growing-up to be a grow up – one of these ole’ days
still love to taste dark cherries of summer
still love to daze into the dawn of the open-sun
still love to feel small against river’s rapid drums
and know home-home is never done.
kindness sister Krissy…(one day at a time)
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And now picking up our knees,
We sing til daylight,
Comes for us… -
notes to my inner girl child,
life is one big joke,
just don’t forget to laugh
at the punch line~kindness sister Krissy
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One day at a time sweet Jesus
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In all that is the endless fountain of life,
and “deep calls out to deep”
and all that is living -finds its truest purpose
to steal away to stillness …
~kindness sister Krissy
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Even in all this
words are still worth the page
or tears which ever may fall first
~kindness sister Krissy
Krissy Mosley Ministries 