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And suddenly
grace flows
and mercy has found its home…
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Kindness is my Power
Joy is my strength
I am in full bloom
I am ready for life
I shall drink new waters
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To fill my shoes with gladness
To leap and fly
To run and never look back
To find value amongst the living…
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom– Elizabeth Appell-http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/e/elizabeth_appell.html
Recently changed kneal1 Poetry to VisionarieKindness: finding my stride-enjoy!!!
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She let herself be
rich with tender steps of light,
surrounded by seas.
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I have no wings,
transcending gentleness
I have no voice
save those who choose to hear
Kindness is all
I have to give…
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My Writing to do List
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- Be Human-?
- Write
- Drink Coffee
- Write
- Be Human-?
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Tomorrow
Screams
won’t abort
it’s sorrow
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We writers are not alone: So many Poets/Authors have paved for the for Artists to Survive:
Poem: By Paul Laurence Dunbar ‘My all time favorite- Enjoy!!!
WE wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,-
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!Poem: By Paul Laurence Dunbar
http://www.math.buffalo.edu/~sww/dunbar/pldunbar4.html#WE WEAR THE MASK
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Carry me through sandy storms, where smiles are real
and stoney hearts are kept
Far away
exchange my hour of disappointment.
Atone now, oh soulless foe.
Carry me to the land where humans grow
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cedar’s press, maple sapp,
oppression seared lightly in
mailboxes,streetlights, and stop signs
many times have I washed,
but the soap of justice
has yet to cleanse my moral mind
Krissy Mosley Ministries 