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  • Rise up My Soul :

    July 1st, 2021

    The heart of a book, is something whispered over and over again until you can’t help but to  pen-to-heart . I believe the mystical -magic is in the wonder. Will the words come? How the pages fly? 

    Unfold like the bones of old shaken souls. Ignite the power, the soul of my pen.  Maybe for the next generation. Maybe comfort for the moment.


    Empty out this soulish cry. In tears, in hope, in gratitude. These are the words that chose me.  Whispers that creep..

    Followed by: moan-full prayers drifting. Salt-full beginnings, 

    watch the darkness flee,~ Kindness sister Krissy

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  • Write Myself Whole

    June 24th, 2021

    I started to believe my soul and I had parted ways. looking over this year and even the one leading up to this 

    I felt abandon, I felt the sting of loss, somewhere in the spirit of  facing the truth.


    I believe there is nobody human enough to take count, the cost of grieving. I believe  comparing one loss to another is painful,

    but to touch another soul like mine, is the beginning of wholeness.
    I often  find my soul and I have much to discuss,

     many nights of pleading with my soul to stay,

     C’mon soul, stay alive

    C’mon soul its okay not to be okay, C’mon soul talk with me 
    meet me in the mirror unveil, the beauty of telling the truth 
    C’mon soul, you can’t stay here you’ve gotta move, you’ve gotta get up,

    you’ve gotta try.

    you’ve gotta fight~ Kindness sister Krissy

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  • Ode’ To “Their Eyes are watching God”…

    June 22nd, 2021

    Sometimes change is standing still,

    out in the middle of nowhere watching the breeze comb through the sky, sitting down at the banks of river, tip, the scales of grace- while the waters are flowing and the green grass tickles the heels of ivory sand.

    Lay down in the coolness of the day being loved in all that God made watching me, and me watching God and God walking in the silence

     and silence blowing back a smile in my direction . that’s how I knew I was something God made and God was there eavesdropping  goodness …~kindness sister Krissy

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  • Father’s Day Prayer Poem aka: Arms of the Father

    June 19th, 2021

    created and spoken by the author of this blog

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  • Resurrected Hope — praypower4today

    April 30th, 2020

    [Note: The following is a collaboration between Krissy Mosley of Visionarie Kindness and Lori Strawn of Praypower4Today. Krissy’s words are in bold; Lori’s in regular type.] In the deep dark depths where lost things go Outside, at the bottom of ourselves three steps down before the sidewalk begins where the heartbeats are faster against the […]

    Resurrected Hope — praypower4today

    If you want to keep reading click the link above and experience “Hope with us”

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  • Saving the Best For last

    March 8th, 2020

    (photo- of my babies when they were small)

    Some things are never forgotten, laboring souls that go to church

    because we didn’t know, how to fight tired nights with weary days.

    or the systems of oppression-recession,

    systems that knock us down to the date, they go w-a-a-y back,

    systems that refuse to acknowledge more external,

    as to the wisdom of God

    the creator of all that is,

    both in & out-eternal

    Prayers flooding beneath the red cushion-stains

    the brown and grey wooden Briar-patch

    Attach to us the impossible,

    Miracles so wide spread they reach even the dead

    so let it be said ,

    we got up and walked

    walked on water

    moved mountains

    “stopped the mouths of lions”

    turned our “waters into wine”

    we “touched the hem of his garment”

    we “laid down our burdens”

    for the last time

    kindness sister Krissy

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  • Love is a Revolution

    November 14th, 2015

    lights

    Although the egoic mind points the blame. Perilous times shall come. All the world’s afraid, hurt cannot be transformed. So let the wound lie open, let the winds blow on the wound, sprinkle a savor’s salt on the wound, let the wound lie open. Our days are numbered and our days are short. Love cannot be stopped. Hurt cannot be transformed, so let the wound lie open, let the children rise.


    Love is born willing and tender. Love has no color it can only be felt- like the cardinal bird whispering on the fence of my destiny -all things are possible,

    Love is a revolution: ever flowing towards – out of solidarity to those seeking refugee, out of a thousand times of rested light – out darkness, love is born over and over. I feel it- sparkling and shimmering, even when the county is mourning- love helps us cry. Love helps us to feel. I honor love – Love is a Revolution. VisionarieKindness all rights reserved 2015
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  • Over Me:

    November 13th, 2015

    trees wet

    Wash me

    rivers of love

    like tiny rose petals

    budding underneath

    tapered  fields

    Wash me

    bare

    my imperfections

    with the tides

    Healing storms in my pocket

    deeper and deeper still

    Wash me…

    Visionariekindess2015  (Image by Malisha Goggans)

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  • I’ll tell you What I Know:

    October 13th, 2015

    And when the man of time is done

    Trees cut through and through

    Oh’ Beastly – silly one

    Give yourself to you

    and not another

    Lend your cares not to beg

    In sorrow sow joy

    In Mourning sow  a gentle burst of sun

    Fathering a simple plea

    when my life is done

    You shall see me again

    kneading a shadow’s glow

    in a dash hope –

    life is sweeter

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  • Desire:

    October 7th, 2015

    I need the sky to walk down and touch me

    freckles of memories

    mark my journey

    from where I’ve been

    and where I’m going

    Only the sky can see

    wings of faith-

    See me carry my paper children

    feed the souls with light and promise

    that soon we birth our dreams

    to fly

    I need the sky to come down and touch me

    pick up my fragile pieces

    bottle up my tears

    teach me how to

    carry my paper children

    VisionarieKindness 2015

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