Krissy Mosley Ministries

Not that I have it all together

but I hope to one day make you proud

Not that I’ve survived a thousand-summers

I’ve made it out somehow…

looking for God in all the wrong places

days piled on days, it’s crazy how it all sounds

and if, God’s not hiding- then where in the world?

I’m sure they’ve stock pilled him in churches

made him on huge billboard signs

I’m sure they’ve collected millions in the name of

a moneyless, God

God who does not need economics yet understand cosmic-flow

A God who does not need wishes yet has made many of dreams come true

but hears voices of the souls who are so close, they  can call

anytime and anywhere on the smallest spec of faith

through the depths in the lowest hell

through the miraculous wonders, unable to transcribe

there is God and here is God and anywhere you need God to be…. kindness sis Krissy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’d gone away mostly

unnoticed, unremitted

evaporating against

a massively, spirited-feeling

God is rest

God is rest

God is rest…

I’d find

myself resting in God

God resting in me,

unbraided, imperial feeling

unbending – the velvet sky

even she purses a silent howl

the cares of living and sorrow

weary, plundered in the morrow

but  God if rest has come

far be it the days of work and sun

kindness sis. krissy Mosley

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On the other side of growing up
I didn’t realize until I started
having meditative- contemplative
meetings with my mind
There I was getting to be 40 more real- 35
on the side stuck this little green-gullible girl
a rebel,
afro-mellow, drama-free
non-double jointed walker.
Believing humans made God out-to-be a murder
but I knew God would never kill
it wasn’t in his nature
to subject the thing God loves the most
with punishment and cruelty
So…
Let’s clear God’s name
let’s stand presently accountable
for things heinous, unspeakable and inhumane,
the God I know, would never “cast the first stone”
and so it would seem it may take me the next 40 years
to understand God and 40 more to understand why we
did nothing.
Then I realized man…

Man has always wanted to be God.
Swivel side to side, sit on top of golden glass pretending to
make the sunrise, cause the moon to descend, make rainfall and feed every green bird and tree.
but God in a gentle laugh, holds us tightly in one hand and galaxies in the other, knowing
how it all ends, and how it all began.~kindness krissy

The things that make me happy are not material.
They are the sheer joy of children playing wild and free
They are The glowing lights when street turn quiet
They are small ideas that bring a fresh perspective
They are learning from every adventure
and knowing when one door closes

there are thousands, of open doors right in front of you~Krissy Mosley

And sometimes you feel,
you’re losing your children to the monsters you can’t see
the secrets tip softly, against a myriad of quicksand
our ears pick out palpitations of the heart

retroactive, our hips spin out-of-socket
overactive commotion, back then we waited to tell you,
lifted you, held the darkness at bay

prayed you’d be better, anything better than what we became.
loving you, felt like a gentle moonlight pressed against a cold-hearted world
and constantly, we prayed that you feel love,

when breeze crawls upon your skin, may you feel love
when you climb the highest mountain with sweat and you watched a thousand sunsets
after- all, you’ve spent seems to be in vain,

I pray you know, you can come home
to a love that’s always waiting, always here
always ready to love you~kindness sis Krissy

As the world evolves into stranger places

the stranger things are us, learning ourselves from the inside

breaking the blood of the broken

life is so humbling and I even can’t explain this feeling

when mountains move, mud collapses, there is no bottom

At 3:04 am the cry of the soul brought them closer together

tethered ropes of iron prayers,

Anybody tell you its okay to lose? All that’s worth losing

Anybody tell you fight because you smell death coming

ain’t it something to share a love like that

share a shameful burden, on a thing like that,

the psyche behind love in its vastness, loving all that’s left, tearing through the verse of this poem, loving the things that are forgotten, loving them when they refuse,  A kilt of love that’s tender,  A love that bends,  A infinite psyche of love that has no end.~Kidness sis. Krissy

 

 

 

 

 

A Pinch of the pressure, on things I’ve seen

a subtle heat on madness – losing sight

and you’d wish you’d gone blind

I’d give you my  eyes-  you’d appreciate the mad

turning off the skylight, turning off the machines,

this is meant to be my year

I lost my father to appreciate, all lost fathers, while kicking and screaming -demo beaming, but I had a mother to appreciate beating cancer.

losing her legs to appreciate

walkers, wheelchairs, sturdy canes, nurses walking by her side

I had three kids to appreciate all that was good when evil came.

I’ve stepped right outside inside in the middle of March, to herd that winter air at negative seven degrees, to appreciate a small hint of sun crawling up my skin

Eyes are closed, mouth is closed – maybe now to appreciate breathing

Take care- with your words for soon your words will take care of you.~Kindness sis. Krissy

Be patient

Be kind

Be humble

Be grateful

Be genuine

Be loved

Be still

Be young

Be old

Be different

Be undone

Be present

Be & let others be~your Kindness sis. Krissy