I am divinely blessed today
I am divinely restored today
I am grateful to be alive today
I am holding on to my faith
I will walk in faith
I will live by faith
I speak life today
I will wash my hands in faith not fear
I will respond in wisdom not stupidity
I “cast my cares on God for God cares for me”
your kindness sister Krissy
On days like this, where it seems my hope is running low,
like fuel in a tank
with no places to go,
cinder blocks, in prison cells start to blow
working out the kinks down in my soul
Hope is for the featherless
no tethering ring pole,
sowing seeds of hope
germinating little
pods of things unseen
Hope for the family
every sister, every brother
every cousin, every mother
Hope for the growing up
Hope for the growing old
Hope springing out like lavender – wonders to unfold
Hope ripples out like waterfalls reaching into soul,
grander church bells, she even sings her chimes
Spring in the air,
Spring is in the air, its’ time!
your Kindness sister Krissy
Bring back the days, Mama would say, “its’ okay to be crazy
its’ okay to be afraid” – stores running empty, people running insane,
I read in the good book, one woman and child,
had only one jug of oil, one last cake – “that they may eat it and die”,
the prophet replied “make what you have for me, you won’t go without”
her faith lead her to believe and they were satisfied for many days.
So though, it may rain, or sun has come to bring her gift to earth.
I’m so sure this prayer may take awhile…
God you feed the raven, keep the brooks and rivers full.
you pull down the seasons of white snow and change
you called us by name, you still hold the whole world in the palm of your hand, you breathed life down into my lungs,
I give this prayer like sweet smelling rose,
calm every nerve in my body, soothe every ache
transcending the worlds on lock down,
sending manna for bread, and oil that won’t run out
Amen
such a beautiful storm
seas talking with the ocean,
seen a many things passing, fearful and normal
never saw this day a-coming.
what If I can’t carry, everything -the world has me buying
what if I’m, running around with my eyes wide open – while others maybe dying
how will I know, I can’t carry this load
how will I know, if I’m half past crazy or its me and the world
one thing I know- I remember those old scriptures
I remember them well,
“reap what you sow” “God is not the author of fear nor confusion but of love and a sound mind”
so I’m telling myself, get hold of yourself
hold on to your faith and let go of the day.
hollowed hearts- cry out,
God we made our mistakes,
coming closer and closer,
the sky it awakes, turning our faces to you
God- we are turning our faces,
to you. Amen.
your Kindness sister Krissy
I so desperately wanted to get back to third grade. I did everything in my little -big girl power to show Mr. Luna. I handed in my math homework on time. This time without any ketchup, mustard or hot sauce stains. Hey no judgement please! I even washed the dishes.
However, the only way to do homework was over a bowl of tomato soup and sometimes if I’m lucky spicy grilled cheese. Of course I added the hot sauce. My big-haired sister complained. “Mama Krissy’s using all the hot sauce again.” To that mama would answer, “I better have enough for my spicy fried chicken!” I quickly put away mama’s special hot sauce and finished multiplying by two’s.
Yes homework was a breeze but reading to kids my own age was terrifying. Somehow I got up in front of the whole class everyday, like I knew what I was doing.
Mr. Luna finally caved-in about half-way through the second grading period and welcomed me back to class.
O’h was I over the moon and back again. So much so, I volunteered to staple all the Holiday Papers for Christmas break. Mr. Luna gave out a serious warning “Krissy with so many papers to staple, be extremely careful.”
There I was watching the clock, could 2:45 pm go any faster? Never mind that! I had four stacks of paper to staple and deliver to every student by 3:05 pm. Christopher Jones shouted “there’s no way she’s gonna finish in time!
Thoughts started jumping in and out my head o’ he’s so-o-o- right. What was I thinking? That’s the thing, I wasn’t thinking. I had to be miss goody two-shoe. Staple everybody ‘s paper and now I’m in deep water.
I turned my head for a split second, to say something back to Christopher Jones. Before I could muster up a smart remark. I heard a very loud crunch. I look down. I didn’t start freaking out right away. Its just when the paper and my thumb started bleeding.
Mr. Luna had no words, just pointed me toward the door. I knew I’d blew it. There I was sitting in the nurse’s office. Mrs. Polk, the nurse, had glasses that hung off the edge of her pointy nose. She said, “what is it this time? I stapled my thumb. Mrs. Polk snickered “Krissy, I’m not even a bit surprised, you’ll live.” And it turns out, staples go straight through thumbs if your not careful.
P.S. If you’d stayed all the way till the end, from my heart to yours, thank you. And if you’d like to know what happens next stay tune,
I’ll be back with more stories from my real life third grade childhood.
your Kindness sister Krissy.
While the world has found a way to market everything from toilet paper, to pantyhose and even man-kinds’ well being.
I’ve come to believe, I cannot market my soul,
that’s the one thing that’s not for sell.~kindness sister Krissy
Poetry has become my home and my owning the darkness has shown me the light. ~kindness sister Krissy
One thing I could always count on was morning prayer. Even when things went wrong, bouncing around seem to be my middle name. Sometimes we moved across town only to move back downtown. Only to slide back over to the east of the city. The one thing that remained constant was prayer.
I can remember the all night prayers huddled around the living room. I can remember mama and her holy oil. Glued to the walls and metallic wallpaper. I can remember the smell of castor oil and frankincense. I can remember the pouring of water in ceramic bowls. Two of my mother’s bowls were split down the center.
Crackling of waters in clay.
We stood, we bowed, we laid prostrate,
we gave our prayers to faith,
we surrendered those days,
where the nightmare seemed to creep behind those prayers we prayed
here we are counting broken-ness, as our eyes grew legs searching for the sun.
there we are, staying all night if we had to, until the fetters of our minds were done.
some said, “it didn’t take all that” but we prayed
to keep our sanity,
some said “they didn’t have time to pray” but mama said she “could pray any time, anywhere. In whisper, softly and moaned. Through song, until the prayers got down to the bone.
we prayed while our faith seemed weak and worn out
we prayed with no money in our pockets
we prayed together, we prayed alone
we prayed with eviction notice in our hands
we prayed picking iron beds and recycled soda cans
we prayed…
and I still believe miracles happen when you pray.
kindness sister Krissy
Dear God,
Bridge our hearts forward when we can’t touch the ones, we love, those distant and those we haven’t heard of,
with courage we dial numbers of love ones,
holding the phone while we pray – everything will be alright
right in the middle of panic
our water bowls are full- pouring out our earthen prayers
with fleshy tongues, we beat, we nail, we sail
into the waters that carry burdens,
into the waters that taught us to cry.
There in the teardrop, of mercy- to cleanse
and waters, that still sweep our prayers gently to the sky
Heavenly Mother, abba’ Father
God and I so urgent we turn our faces
kneel down in ash- that is our lives
Save us, has you’ve done so many times
Kindness sister Krissy
Krissy Mosley Ministries 