Krissy Mosley Ministries

 

I’ll do most anything so my
little ones should know.
I left no path unturned.

With two pigtails to hold her curls.
Her heart is five. Her soul is old.

Mommy Anna says: let me tell you a story
about my doll Mr. Cranky

I think to my self: she’s probably referring to…

Anna: Mr. Cranky is getting old that’s why he’s so miserable.
He can’t eat eggs or cheese and please don’t give him a soda or he’ll pop. If you see him coming stay out of his way especially when
she’s writing poetry.

Me: Hey you’re talking about…

Anna: Mom you’ve gotta let me finish…
When she’s writing, it is like.
Mommy, poetry and write, like the wind and poetry
don’t bother me now. Poetry stop.
What’s that now? Po-etry again…

A little tale of truth from my youngest daughter Anna`your Kindness sister Krissy Mosley

 

Where have you found God?
Where have you found me?

I’ve been squatting installs.
Playing in the darkness.
In the old beat-up truck in my front yard.

Said the darkness to the deep.
Said the launch to the leap.

Going the distance.
They’ve been with me.

In the dirtiest of places
Underneath the seats.

Cardboards -walls.
Or plastic sealed-leaks.

Going the distance.

To the little girl in me.
To the mother of three.
To the fatherless seed.

To the lonely soldier on the street.
To the toil or the labor.
To the bone or the sum.

Going home to walk the
distance.

That’s God.
That’s faith.
That’s traveling.

Where God is…~you Kindness Sister KrissyMosley

I heard the raindrops on
my doorsteps.

Like metal tin cans.

Welcome home this gentle run.
Falling, searching, pounding on and on.

There is cedar in the breeze.
Birdies in the shower.
Muddy puddles for the children.

When I talk to rain.
O’ the world to listen.

 

Pull me afar.
Draft in the wisdom gull.

And when I return
I become blind that I may see.

I am rain.
I am thunder.
I am more now

than I ever was.`your Kindness sister Krissy Mosley

When you feel alive you know it. Surely you do! In a tip of a town. To forget all that’s sad, oh, that’s living! Don’t you forget, living too soon?

Taking-in the pain make it your own. It hurts a bit more than you want it. It smells like peaches and rain.

Although we’d rather be high. On chips and cream. Nothing is certain. We might win it all. With bets like this. When you feel young – you’ll be too old against the grey. No- such- a- thing as living too soon. And when you age above, every number there is..
finally, you’ll begin to play.

You’ll swing what you got left. Leave all that dirt for your shoes. Hold those hips and let them spin.

Glide in the calling of the wind.
Swoosh, Swoosh.
Down into the Delta see the boys on the stoop.

Step with the steppers of Chicago. Learn to do the Mississippi blues. Hold hands with the brotherhood, taste the cheese of the city.

Oh, even if, you never do these things.
Say, you’re a nun.
Say, you’re ninety.
Say, you’re a mum.
Say you’re somebody.

When you feel alive, you’ll know living.
It’s true!~your kindness sister Krissy Mosley

Imagine all the love there is; an infinite wonder of love.
Imagine all the stillness: stepping out of the shadows untouched, unscarred, unbarred…

Imagine when all the people go to heaven
there is no death there is no hurt.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful: when all hatred is erased.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful: if the homeless had shelter.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful: those without food would eat bread.

And all the brokenhearted their hearts would be repaired.

What a joy fulfilled.
What a love personified.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful…~your Kindness sister Krissy Mosley

 

 

In a gentle moment, take it all in.
The outside, sweeping winds,
Crisp blue skies and bright green trees.

In a gentle moment, hold it all in
and when we let go…

Let it a-ll go._your Kindness sister

 

 

 

 

 

My knees are made of candle wicks.
They smell of old chewed gum
I sort of like ‘em that way.

Every morning I take them out
For a walk, east of schoolyard
Around the old Willow-Tree.

The flowers are breaking.
The taste of rotten feet, get w-a-a-ay
Down in my mouth.

 

Here, the sidewalk cracks smiles.
I’d hold my breath and grit my cheeks.

When Sunday calls. I go home.
To church bells that no-longer ring.

And the alter-ed prayers make candles leak.
Although the empty seats are falling.

These wicks hold memory.
How hard the waters ring.

Heavy are the knees that kneel.
Crackling prayers against the knee.

Still, we’ll go home,
Waiting for Sunday.~your Kindness sister Krissy Mosley

 

I am the starting point.
I start with this tincture.

to add a tiny bit of joy,
to add a tiny bit of laughter,
to add a tiny bit of gratitude,

is to reflect all the host of heaven is within,
is to reflect all the host of heaven is watching over me,
is to reflect all the host of heaven holds me together,
is to reflect all the host of heaven is expanding peace.

Heaven is all that I’ll ever need,
is all that – heaven requires,
is nothing more,
nothing less,
never ending..

I am a tiny glass of love~your kindness sister

 

Destiny is not the end but it is unlocking of life’s purpose.
More so it is the beginning.
Apart, from the flow that got me here.

It is the becoming, apart from the path- missing in life.

I chase what GOD is…
I chase that sense of something greater.
Beyond that open door, I choose heaven
not waiting, for my last breath.

I’d share in heaven’s love
put my arms around the whole earth and hold-on
to everything and everyone and hold-on to that
kinda of love in my arms.~your kindness sister Krissy Mosley

It was a super breezy day. I’d finished doing the morning laundry. My kitchen wasn’t spotless but it was somewhat I call manageable. I needed a few items from the market. My son asked if he could tag along. I said sure. I didn’t need much so he’d asked to hold the food items.

As we made our way down the aisle we noticed the two lines that wrapped its way down the center. We stood at the very end when a woman who was first in line said, “Miss, that’s all you have. Do you wanna go?”

I thought – are you sure I don’t want to be rude to all the others shoppers patiently waiting. It’s not the easy thing – waiting.

So after a few more seconds, I responded, “thank you.” I made my way from the tail end of the line down the center aisle to the cashier.

If that wasn’t enough- I thought I had a clear path. Little did I know.  The narrow aisle between the lady’s shopping cart, my son handing me the items to put on this moving belt – and bam…

I made a wrong move and all the snacks on the side of me started tumbling down. Our mouths dropped. I kept saying sorry.

And then the miracle came:

On a normal day, this might not have happened. Seeing how things move faster in today’s times but a little heaven met us. I looked at all those grocery items on the floor. I started grabbing food. Trying to put it back on the shelf. That’ when other shoppers pitched-in, helping to restore the shelf. (from what my clumsy-self had ruined).  I said thank you,  thank you, everyone.

I paid for my items. I quickly left.

My son: Mommy that was a miracle. You know? I was embarrassed for you. Then the people started helping. It was amazing! Maybe God had those people to help you.  Because it was gonna be a long night if they didn’t…

Me: Yes indeed, it was the good LORD. And those people gave us a bit of heaven. For that, I’m thankful~your kindness sister