(image credit photo: November rain- http://majamaki.com/2012/11/november-rain/ )
My soul
emerged – east of the Nile river
deeper – in the Red sea
Nesting in the wilderness
Hatching in milk and honey
I fastened my shoes in Passover
Borrowed gold, exchanged my foreign speech,
not bruised, marked or curse
Yet-upright my soul stood proudly
My soul has a name in Canaan- that’s mighty sweet.
Sharing our Hearts
through fragile bones
can shake mountains
splitting oceans into seven seas
but we’ll still be
together
with Love ,Kindness…
(image by:Stillness Speaks Facebook)
I am grateful to write,
what would I do
If I couldn’t
Write?
Writing is my wings on fire
my Crisco
my shea butter
my spicy crackle
my closet dance
Writing – gets me to be me!
“Breathing in, I see myself as still water.
Breathing out, I reflect things as they are.”
~ Thích Nhất Hạnh
Image credit: Autumn Stream, by Art G., (CC BY 2.0), https://goo.gl/ZFbOk4
She has flown beyond the cusp of the sun
her wings,her tears,her call,her eyes
navigate between the sky and I
miraculous splendor to share in microspec
earthly bread – reach heaven’s gate
and return
with
ease…
She rolled back
her emerald curls
Gave way for wonders oozing and
miracles
infinite speed-
with my eyes I can see.
Just keep
growing
No matter
what people say
Clear and cloudy
half torn and valued
She held a hearty smile.
My tears
are happy
sharpened with diamonds,
sketching around hymns
in gardens
that call me home.
We made our pots to catch
God’s Sunshine
with life’s fleeting currants
the heart’s desire is to dance
Drifting in semi straight lines
Maybe we’d crash
maybe we’ll fly
yet dashing through each frame
gazing straight into the sun
Krissy Mosley Ministries 