Krissy Mosley Ministries

standing at the edge of the water,

buzzing cicadas, leaning trees, gurgling Lilly pads – its the sound our lives makes,

twenty years before- unsettled songs – made their landing,

rainbows on the floor, wringing out my eyelids, dried-up old dishrags

can’t wipe away -what’s spilling over,

telling all my sorrows- it won’t last

can’t color over problems- that’s not gonna solve them

can’t drown away that strange land

spent too long-wondering will it ever change

rainbows to the sky- telling my old blessings

don’t pass me by,  down here in the lyric,

in my spirit,

in my Sunday clothes

down at the waters

incomplete but I’m coming out a new me.

kindness sis. Krissy

 

 

 

 

 

I remember a time, much different than, the skylines today. Most things around me -seemed, they’d flatlined back then and that was just the way things were. My elders didn’t live past one hundred years of age. Let alone talk about – secrets in the family, or share a feeling or two. Emotions were taboo, sex was taboo, beatings were taboo, something not allowed – out on the sleeve. That was unheard of- what happens at home, stays at home.

Nowadays, coming out is not a phase -its a way of life. “To be or not to be”

Breaking through darkness

tiny-voice echoes choirs

landfills bursting, humanity on its sleeve,

what difference a day makes

dismantle monsters at the dinner table

disable the clink, ice in the glass

disable the mountain, space for the river

disable the pounding, masking -up the mirror

 

Dear Mirror, walking past- tinted wrinkled skin

dismantled mask, glowing and growing –

better than what’s been

ode’ to the mirror, I used to be- I used to hold

I used to front-

the reflection that once controlled,

feels like – I couldn’t see

I couldn’t break…

coping mechanisms- the stress, the drama

the tiny woman, relentlessly persisting

it’s me- it’s me -it’s me! 🙂

Kindness sis. krissy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This on my heart, I read it through my Facebook feed and had to share it

Some things are worth praying…

I believe that,

and asking God to help my unbelief in all 99% of the rest

 

kindness sis. Krissy

 

 

Dear God, I think I’ve made a big mess of my life

I think I let my thoughts and my emotions get the best of me.

Yet here I am, healthy a little blistered, but hey, not bad.

A little tattered but not torn. A little worn, but not worn out

God, I’m not tired by a long shot

I still got grit about me, I still got fire in my belly.

I still got wool to braid,

A stoke of blood still running warm in my vein and words and words to write. 

kindness sis Krissy

While the day must come to a close

some words may fade away

memories like dreams

rowing quietly in the night

some things remain,

after the debris has fallen

after the rain has spilled its seed

again and again

a new day will come

and I shall be born anew

kindness sis krissy

 

When the darkness is over-as if I’d shut the big slate door

and opened my arms touching wisdom on the shoulder- leaving behind all the things

that once defined my life (all the why’s and why not are no longer needed)

• if you don’t understand my kinky-black hair -that’s alright
• if you can’t imagine being born the darker race
• if you feel- that falling and rising is a “metaphysical dilemma you haven’t conquered yet”
• if when being questioned who are you becomes too much
• if when talking of loving or being in love – a silence rushes in

This is who am, and I’m not perfect, and there’s no sentence to complete that…

 

 

I shall become a collector of old grapes and discover I am made of fine wine.

kindness sis. Krissy

 

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