Krissy Mosley Ministries

What a wonder- to see colors in the sky

people passing by.

Such a wonder – so many magicians, creating

worlds like mine.

Peace is not hard to find.

Joy is here.

Happiness is here

A gentle loving moment to share –

Wonders of release.

 

Chasing after things unseen.

My faith remains,

not hinged on religion,

not hinged on precision,

not pigeoned nor framed,

not substituted for what I can see.

 

My faith is my morning song.

My faith is unwavering hope.

My faith is parting waters.

My faith is freedom.

My faith is – I’m a living miracle.

My faith is – unmovable.

My faith is – unshakable.

My faith is beautiful.

My faith is more than magical strands.

My faith is majestic,

My faith is me….

 

 

 

 

I haven’t given up – I’m just moving slow and that’s okay.

Most nights, I’m dreaming  that the earth as caved in- and somehow I survive.

Then the music stops playing somewhere – If I could believe,

Yes I believe, my life’s not done.

My words are prayers to the lips of the sky.

My tears wash my pain back into alleyways – side by side

Street sweepers, old folks and dreamers like me.

 

Golden laughter so high,

I’d rest a while -beaming in the dusty haze;

we’d see sun’s shadow and dance.

Before too long, my make up run- right into me.

My feet never felt the ground shake like this.

Ooo-wee, my hips have a mind of their own.

 

Evening skips along freezing time.

Nothing can compare – foggy cedar tryst

Suede Mocha, pecan pie

dark chocolate lover,

sweet butter,

Homemade banana pudding

Nanna’s Jamaican’ hands are singing.

And we not going home til- the morning comes. 😉

 

I was made in Celestial trans

vividly awakened.

It was the songs of wind.

It was the songs of joyous – meetings.

It stirred my sap,

connected my lions in realms beyond skies.

And what I remember –  a holy love,

cultivated greatness – here I am,

I’ll go.

 

 

Hold on to your power.

Hold onto love.

Hold on to courage,

Hold on good times.

Hold on faith,

Hold on Joy

Hold on sweet moments

Hold on tender nights

Hold on raging tempest

Hold on dreams

It’s not over…

 

With a light heart

and a clean start,

with a joyful leap,

Summer’s Rain

comes to play.

We diddle, fiddling

jazzing ,rasping golden wings.

We live long, ah

We dig boney beats,

We see our friends in the street, yes ,yes,

We laugh hard

We run wild – flower -chile,

Life is good….

 

 

Walking down the roads of ease.

Watching trees swell, for rivers pure joy.

Walking underground toward, other sides of life cares

Watching spirits ,wash me- swatching- worlds, tiki tiki –

Walking half-like crazy tryin to find home,

Watching spirits, whisper this way, this way….