It takes faith to step into the deep
from a trickling outpour
of the things unseen…
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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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I am worth the dreams that live in me
I am worth the mountains that skip
soothing my troubled soul
cooling waters,open wide
exploding through the errors
down on Georgia st.
I am worth the journey…
VisionarieKindness 2015
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I got up with a fire
in my belly
rhythm in my step
Poetry in my veins
VisionarieKindness 2015
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I saw love and she was
beautiful- dancing
with my soul in winter
VisionarieKindness 2015
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Upon grainy sands
she numbered them
Not alone
Thousand waves of heat
Not alone
though dark days come
Not alone
Wet and in despair
Lonely but not alone
A simple comfort
in distant friends
not alone
there is a path
carved out just for me
Visionariekindness 2015
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(image credit hdwallpapers.cat)
Open the windows of light
Inside night-falls’ holy wonder
Believe in yourself
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Moving at crane speed
ever cultivating hope
Her wings- she did fly…
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(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!
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Maybe I’m breaking through my own soil. Finding the balance to live holistically healthy in spirit, mind and body. I am giving birth to a new me with the possibility of embracing happiness. I am here to experience love, and joy. The contrast of pain and sickness I am fully aware: in a world where dying is the end result, I still choose life. My launching pads are set, ready to journey deep into waters. I don’t have all the answers, yet something beckons within, holdout my fishing line and be ready for goodness to overflow.
http://www.writeforhealing.com/stories-by-you/2015/8/19/new-waters
Krissy Mosley Ministries 