Krissy Mosley Ministries

In the fullness of stillness,
leaves on trees/calm
mist of morning/ cool
winds/still

A seagull’s shrill
soft/warm/supple
cry/still

The earth wanders
round and round
forward and backward
bending and moving
up and down

A God-like still…

No stories/hindered
no burden/broken
no jabs to the body
no kindred boats

no yearnings,

as I close my eyes
taste smooth/light
airy,

just miles and miles/still~your kindness sister Krissy Mosley

Logged in my shoe was a rusty green pebble
knots/ along my walk/convinced me

I examined my story
lumps of newspapers under my arm
people don’t read them anymore

I’d walk out of a painted picture
onto the canvas,

I’d colored my shaved
head cherry-brown

Into the misty/staggered fog
scattered plans of a lifetime
A million calamities but they are mine.

They are my someday’s/ someday when the sunset
is crimson red and the wind is dry

Someday in the fullness of surrender
Someday plowing under red clay of Georgia Sky
Someday melting ice cubes in chandeliers
Someday, I’ve tasted glory
I’ve grown grey chasing persistence
standing at my highest peak

Someday I’ll watch my dreams blossom
into flowerbeds, bluebirds, and bluebonnets too

Someday I’ll look back
over that rusty green pebble
in my shoe

an undeniable whisper
it’s true~your kindness sister Krissy Mosley♥

One of these days you wanna find God
pull God out of Nowhere
sit with God on the furniture
wipe out cob-webs
sniff the blueberry trees
let the wounds/ widespread/open
the wounded whole world-open

crawl out of a hole/think I found God
sing an exploding prayer
blown down doors to be safe
carpets/the blood is fresh
altar/ our knees are there

satisfied we dare not drum
over death/the student that did
not make it home/
the mother scrapping cans to feed
the preacher/ preach out empty seats

One of these days when you find God
you’ll know

Dear bravery, maybe I’ve quieted you over the years. When I was a little girl, I felt invincible. There was nothing I wouldn’t try twice. Flying for me was a metaphysical mystery. I owned it.

Perhaps it is power/courage/heart racing/ God-chasing/can’t stop/won’t stop/ I’m not tired yet/hold my breath/come up for air swinging/life-changing,
bravery~your Kindness sister Krissy Mosley

They’re hungry always have been. They drink with their sponges in tongues at the ready. Touched/curled matches made in gossip.

Shut up! You/you don’t know.

I had two hearts. Gave up the first in solid/ frozen waters, I wanted to live.
In a place, I called alone. I needed to survive. In people who had no thought
of the next burden/ the next meal/ the next fight.

I had two worlds the one like breadcrumbs/hard/stale/burden/unsatisfied. The taste of another/fresh/oven-filled aroma on our little house.

Sweep a whisper on paper skies. Be the magic or miracle you get to decide.
Write it on newly chopped paper.

I’m better now.~your Kindness sister Krissy Mosley

Dear misery, you almost had me. I looked up and there you were circling, trying to rent the space in my head. I let out a sigh. You edging your way up, my torn pantyhose as I made my way to service this morning. Again as the head usher stepped over my toe with my good shoes. I almost let you in. While the children passed notes during worship, in my shallow attempt to be seen as If I had it all together.

I almost said yes, but you renting space ain’t good. You cost too much, eat too much, take my good thoughts and twist them. Put my good ways out on the street. Manipulate/suffocate/underestimate me into believing that I could be anything more than what I am.

I got news for you, not this time.~your Kindness sister Krissy Mosley

This is the day I said I needed to get unstuck.
I just wasn’t sure how so I made a cup of coffee. Looked my morning over, saw the fly stuck on the window. The morning-frost pressing into steam. Took a breath for good measure. Mentally stuck, emotionally drained and then it hit me more like I stumped my toe on the corner my chair.

Boy did that hurt, throbbing and hopping around. I could have called it a bad day, my morning ju-ju out of sorts. It’s kinda funny, although tell that to my pinky toe.

My Unstuck List Day:

1) Play my favorite Comedy Love Thy Neighbor by Tyler Perry
that Ms. Hattie is super hilarious or I love Lucy(oldie but goodie)
2) Eat Cholate (hey it helps)
3) Keep Writing
4) Work on my goals and check off lists
5) It’s Friday whoo we’ve made it through another week (live a little more)

Hey, if I do three out of five that will be miraculous.
And if you’re taking out time to read this you’re magnificent

P.S. I don’t know if I’m unstuck or not but this felt good. Writing my feelings down and face it.~your kindness sister Krissy Mosley

Sparrows on the gate
forklifts plowing

chisel rock apartments
sounds of souls

black/old
white/feeble
deported/ untold

knocking rivers together
fears in our prayers
tears in our sleep

sojourn in skin
taste the prayers in the river
salt it out/melt out the colors of Ivory/Jasper/Jade

As long as it takes:
A garden to be born
A song to be merry
A love to keep
A sky to break
A soul to grow
~your Kindness sister Krissy Mosley