Krissy Mosley Ministries

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

“The peace that passeth all understanding” and grace to make you feel like home

Country roads are fields with stillness, the most- merciful trees

and though I’ve kept myself hidden in thunderous clouds.

Lampshades are burning and streets light make its final hum.

From the days of fading pictures, laundry on the kitchen table, kids, roaming backward stepping over all the cracks.

Do you want cereal for breakfast? Or heat up that leftover apple pie.

I answer only to steal away the sorry, of the something we left behind.

Dusting off the old table, trickling tears of love. I hear mama, like God,

and she said it’s alright anyhow.

There are days I wish to see it, hold all those lives in my hands, me and mama

God, glue us all together, pasty, smashed hearts still waiting for love.  still crawling through the darkness, still breathing in the country stale-cold air, and knowing all along this is home.~Kindness sis Krissy

 

 

 

 

often down the road of memory
traveling to questions. I won’t know the answers.
Take one…

millions of millions
filled with discretion.

their smiles are down
twisted, contorted versions
of themselves

sanctuary, primarily
seated in confined spaces.

take two…
Life is so darn-humbling
transforming pain into
journey- made

turning water to wine
blind man to see
leopards are walking to Jesus

tell me, all that I am
if we go, who’s to say
and if we stay…

Raise me from the dead
rolling away stone

Take three
God and the father,
Holy Spirit,

Take me
put it all right,
something I can’t see

a heart will grow
a spirit to believe,
and it all works out in the end
and it all works out in the end~Kindness sis. Krissy

The smallest moment is trying, and knowing that’s enough.

Finally, we rolled up the sky’s
wicked covering,
something innate and beautiful
take a look around,

sense a rubbery bane,
played amongst the youngest pup

What’s a star if there’s no shine?
What’s a sky if there’s no sampling?

a whiff of cold baby-fresh air
bare her wit against the widest stone
take a long- wild look around

know your own existence
translucent- temple pouring
out her love~krindness sis. Krissy

there’s a world falling apart,

Deep are the present moments, they remain clear

lightly touched are the eyes that hold them

smudge by the fragrance like cotton’ deeply marked secrets

sought out thoroughly by the mind

the heart to hear it moan, its’ peep

and silence to lure back its’ souls

where the wondering first began

1% miracles

95% frivolous things

2 of them, dreams of a better future

1 more for the ways things were

none but none have yet to be

the present and the moment still

untold ~Kindness sis. Krissy