Krissy Mosley Ministries

Not everyone likes taking the family photo. There’s usually one or more. However, I’ve learned a great deal with photos they capture moments and moods of many faces. Whether good or bad. Indifferent or sad. We’d come gathering all our emotions on the stage. It may not have been the best of times, yet we’ll remember this one. In love, when some of us are so very young. Some were tired and ready for the day to be done. Some not so sure what to be, even the in-betweens are okay.

image family photo by Margaret Mitchell

It’s a cold October day the temperatures finally cascade into the mid-forties. At 7:25 am in my view the brown leaves scatter along the pavement and the cold wind has found a gentle resting place on our faces.  Maybe my place of residence spills deeply in absence of satisfaction. The cumbering roads and missing lights. Street corners and bodegas are quiet for now.

Yet there is a taste for hope. It would be soft and wise to feel hope once more. Surely Hope is salt in the wounds, where we the wicked have crippled ourselves. Surely Hope would bleed the towers of darkness. Surely hope to shelter the pain in our lives that fall like flesh. And hope sharp as a knife. Cooling safe passage, surely hope will strengthen us.

A Feeling turned into a dream of things. 

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The sanctuary under siege.

Finally, Summer has played an ending tune. A fine murmuring prayer. Syrupy sweet -were the dreams collapsing into rivers, there are salty streams from which I’ve swim.  Its waters are tingling cold.

Dressed in buttered -moons a lingering haze to remember life patterning’-tin, the cicadas are buzzing, the green forest is pressing the nightfall to join in… soon hope will return a faith upon the land.  A sound of refreshing… a heart full.. that we may know life again…  ~Krissy Mosley (image by Pixabay.com

A revolution of hope shares the stories of old, a time of being…~Krissy Mosley

image taken by Asadah Kirkland founder of Chicago Soulful Book Fair.

“In America, with all of its evils and faults, you can still reach through the forest and see the sun. But we don’t know yet whether that sun is rising or setting for our country.”
— Dick Gregory

It was the motherload of all book fairs to-date. The night before I could hardly sleep. I tried to calm myself down with a cup of Chamomile – but this brain of mine was on ninety. I tried deep-breathing and became even the more stirred with excitement. I kept saying oh- I wonder, how will it be!

As I arrived a group of Soulful BookFair Authors greeted us warmly. My booth had been previously set. Asadah’s team lead the fair in high gear. Talk about an organized street-fair with purpose and prestige. The Soulful Chicago BookFair was just that.

All white, drums rumbling left and right. Chicago winds moved in rhythm. The Soulful Fair-Float was miraculous in splendor. Two performing stages. Music and laughter. Might I add books, books, and more books?

Oh, I was a proud little something – to give Saltwater On My Knees a place at the table.

It is a Poetic journey of sisterhood, mothers, and daughters. Her connective tissues are us. Lively, pulsing with poetry. A book of Mother -God, one that is loving, kind and nurturing humanity back to our original form. Before the hatred, degradation, and fear.

I wrote Saltwater on My Knees to pray with all of you who wish to join me. In a journey of love and hope that even in darkness we can hold dear the light, we have found.

One being human it is like a child buckling the shoes of shoelaces that are too big, too heavy and still- he/she ties them because it is all we can do. Wanting to walk, without tripping over mistakes. Wanting to run yet having no idea of how to do it differently.

So what if there were no ghettos or flats … what if there was no racism or sexism, classism and dreams deferred.

What if.. how are you? Really meant we cared enough to help.

Thus we stood wide with open arms to understand each complexity of our burdens. What if peace meant we didn’t go to war? Wouldn’t be wonderful if being human – meant health care & wellness for all? Wouldn’t it be wonderful if fair wages sustained families? Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could occupy the earth and be Christian, Jew, Muslim and everything else in-between without backlash or travel bans?

Wouldn’t it be wonderful to see love ones again?
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to share a smile or share a tear?
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to be…. humans of the earth/ like this?~Krissy Mosley

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