it’s gonna be right alright after while…
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it’s gonna be right alright after while…
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Dear kindness, I may see through a glass, in a half figurine. Tables turning. Blood rushing to the scene. Where have we laid our conversations? Where have we laid our un-prayed, prayers?

pixabay image Over- yonder down by the riverside.
In the foggy-haze, taste a pinch of hope
see the sky, curl-over against the legs of the sun
bills unpaid, missed days, hair- all in blob, and done,
conversations now, are more than others got.
And God this is just a thought, if only, your hinder part
leave a spec of glory, that we pass through
so we may know, God has not forgot.
God has not, forgot.
Kindness sister Krissy
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Lori and I are back! She’s my writing sister, from another mother. Sometimes I think, I’m the little sister while she has her noetic-pulse of poetry. She’s the great master mind when it comes to and arrangements’ of poetry. Might I add a powerhouse of words. https://praypower4today.wordpress.com/ (go over and see for ya-self!)
Having said that, I don’t take lightly the words, He’s Risen! On a day of all days, so many things have change. From churches, to supermarkets, to take out, to cooking at home, service in the living room. We still feel the wind, taste borrowed tears from sky-jars

I see prayers being answered.
I see clouds gather like a furrowed brow.
I see miracles so clear, light blue skies before the evening
I see storms mounting, a menagerie of shades of gray
I see nations closing the gap not out of fear but faith.
I see faith fragile as an old bone.
I see a faith that crosses religious lines
Wind whipping, blowing change faster
interconnections — preceding daybreak.
than we ourselves can follow.
Purified waters in hyssop, “washed whiter than snow”
God spreads his hands and smiles.
God with blue ink, he writes upon our red hearts
Nothing is written in stone
just so you know.
God visits our tears
He wipes them with holes
in his hands
He says to me — He says to all of man
I bear it, my child, you’re not alone.
And, in an instant, Easter morning.Poetry by, Lori Strawn ,https://praypower4today.wordpress.com/
( Lori’s words are in Italics, mine in regular type)
kindness sister, Krissy
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Dear kindness Mother, there is still much to discover. How the sky arrives to us in big puffy masses? How humanity has assumed, humans would always be at the top of the food chain.
now something is eating us. Or was it always. So we ask: How safe are our mask? How did it happened? How careless were we not to recognized?
but there in another instant, as the morning dew, replenishes- ancient- Mother. Too my surprise! I saw faith in a beautiful world, once so far apart. Once too distant to notice, a full sweeping-wind. Too busy to care about the smell the of marigolds or watch a daisy spin.
Dotted I’s. me- me-me and mine. A worldly -worlds’ consuming…
And now I see, a pulling together. Imam’s, Priests, Pastors, Rabbi, Master’s, Bishops,Pope, Witch doctors, Sky-Mother, Guru’s, Druids, and even those to sacred to tell.
Praying for healing blessing Mother Earth to be Well.

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Dear kindness I am super green when it comes to starting a garden. Not in the way, that people with green thumbs grow things. At first I thought I had no inkling of an idea on what to do. However after a few Youtube videos. I felt invincible.
Of course I made a mess. Yes I dropped my entire box. No I really did not plan. Such is my life. Which requires much, much, patience.
I could hear my mother say, as I awoke each morning to check on my little seeds. “In patience posses ye, your soul.” Patience is a virtue.”
Now after the death of a few, who gave their life so that I may learn. Rest easy my little seeds. God knows I’m trying. (moment of silence for seeds)
Now they are springing out!
For the spring planters out there and homesteaders my hats off to you.
Leave a few tips for me- I’m waiting until the weather settles down a little more because yesterday we had snow. So right now everything growing, is on the windowsill.
Here a few things I’d learned for indoor planting
- Don’t over water, feel for the level of moisture that lets you know when to water
- Soak your seeds- it tells them its time to grow (before planting)
- Some seeds sprout faster, than others
- if temperature drops use coverings to hold in moisture and create a growing space
- Patience ,patience, patience
Feel free to leave ideas or encouraging words
p.s. as always from my heart to yours ~kindness sister.

(photo of my home garden)
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Dear kindness, God has granted us days like this. Where it snows and then the big bright sun comes out of hiding. To take personal inventory. Letting out the bitter – lumps of salt blows in.
Sometimes I don’t always know how to stay afloat. And that’s okay. In a smile or tear, showing compassion with friends, listening hears -reload,
it takes patience, for kindness, it takes patience for the soul,
grows-out in all being and
breathe
and be

pixabay.com
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Dear kindness its’ praying time oh’ church its’ praying
time,

Photo by icon0.com on Pexels.com kindness sister Krissy
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Dear kindness, the sun went on shinning like it was supposed to. The winds blew softly. The trees may be bare but the grass is slowly, turning green.
I choose to believe my faith is made by my words,
My works are made in faith,
I believe with all of you
this is the “good fight of faith”
In the end, We Win!

kindness sister Krissy
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Dear kindness Monday has a way of getting away from me…

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Photo by Vanderlei Longo on Pexels.com I know I’m nothing like Jesus and those who would be crucified
the smell of fear bombards across county lines
Salvation in the air, in these troubled times,coming to the creator,
earnest pining cry, budding from its curdled shellthrown upon ourselves, for the saving ourselves
to learn the mysteries of a fallen cross, in between two thieves
athirst, bursting, piercing in his side
humanity comes alive, in the darkness
a pinch of glory
communion wafers, paper thin,
and waters in the blood
nobody but nobody can carry this cross
alone.
kindness sis Krissy