I’m right where I’m supposed to be and this is what freedom feels like
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Photo by shy sol on Pexels.com Guide our steps
that we may learn
how to love
and love deeply ~
Poet Krissy Mosley
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We are kind,
gentle -natured people,
unfettered souls
trying to piece together
a living,
trying to piece together faith
trying to hold back- afraid
like old cotton sheets
wa-a-y down in the wash
smelling up the days
of wa-a-y back when
We made mud pies
We made sunshine
We glued our problems together
We loved real -hard
We fought real-hard
We prayed real-hard
We dreamed real- hard
We cried-real -hard
for real change to come….
Poet Krissy Mosley
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Writer of Poet’s Vision Put your
arms around me
we need it
more
than
evernot a moment of silence
not a whispering plea
let the world fall to its’ kneeslet this prayer hold weight
with arms and legs
that change petty things
such as gun laws,
that hold ruthless evils
and keep- senseless death
from happeningDear love,
keep our children
that they may have
a better chance
to run and roam freePut your
arms around me
we need it
more
than
ever
now….our prayers are for Uvalde ,for our school children and all those effected …. Poet Krissy Mosley
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I almost didn’t write today. I almost allowed my distractions to get the best of me. I almost felt like giving up was the answer. However giving up is never the answer. So I came back to the page. I came back to the place of hope. I came back to try again. I came back to say, I’m still here. I’m still writing. I’m still trying.
Photo by Pavel Danilyuk on Pexels.com In the words of Toni Morrison “Freeing yourself was one thing claiming ownership of the freed self was another.” If nothing else I claim myself worthy of being free. I claim myself worthy to come again and again to the page.
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Flying high or flying low- still requires you to get off the ground…
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She breaks open her morning doors’
as I stand before the communal- floors
coded behind the windows of my soul
the eyes of secret life…~ Poet Krissy Mosley 2022
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my digital art ~ by the Author As the morning moves the blues clean into hiding
and my tears have prayed me- even before I did
Marvin Gaye’s words prove to be the latest gospel
“oh mercy, mercy me, things ain’t what they used to be”The soul of America, has a hole where there used to be a heartbeat
the heartbeat of souls slowly dripping over yonder-
the blood of worshipers’, the blood of grocery store shoppers’ ,
the blood of morning commuters’, the blood of protesters’,the blood that gives me strength, blood that holds whole families together
the blood of day to day, and their blood still cries out from the groundthis is the ache of darkness we are forced to sit with it,
the ache we can’t swallow, because our throats are hard like stone,
Photo by Ingrid Dietrich on Pexels.com so I must tell you, as I must tell myself,
don’t hold your breath
don’t hold back the tears that follow
don’t cut the black bird’s song
in mere and morrowlet the song bleed you
let this prayer, pray you
let these words hug you tightly
til you doPoet Krissy Mosley
Krissy Mosley Ministries 