rising in the silence,
sweeping softly
on April -winds
leaping bountifully in all that life is,
bushy-tail and wide open sky
serenade our prayer meetings
with cherry evergreens
on the wings of evening
affirming a
renewed-resurgence
I relax on the
precipice of peace
I release my need to worry
I lean into paradise
paradise leans into me
after the cross , there is glory
after the cold winter there is spring
after the weeping-waters
there is joy in the morning
Poet: Krissy Mosley2022
Lori and I are back! She’s my writing sister, from another mother. Sometimes I think, I’m the little sister while she has her noetic-pulse of poetry. She’s the great master mind when it comes to and arrangements’ of poetry. Might I add a powerhouse of words. https://praypower4today.wordpress.com/ (go over and see for ya-self!)
Having said that, I don’t take lightly the words, He’s Risen! On a day of all days, so many things have change. From churches, to supermarkets, to take out, to cooking at home, service in the living room. We still feel the wind, taste borrowed tears from sky-jars
I see prayers being answered.
I see clouds gather like a furrowed brow.
I see miracles so clear, light blue skies before the evening
I see storms mounting, a menagerie of shades of gray
I see nations closing the gap not out of fear but faith.
I see faith fragile as an old bone.
I see a faith that crosses religious lines
Wind whipping, blowing change faster
interconnections — preceding daybreak.
than we ourselves can follow.
Purified waters in hyssop, “washed whiter than snow”
God spreads his hands and smiles.
God with blue ink, he writes upon our red hearts
Nothing is written in stone
just so you know.
God visits our tears
He wipes them with holes
in his hands
He says to me — He says to all of man
I bear it, my child, you’re not alone.
And, in an instant, Easter morning.
Poetry by, Lori Strawn ,https://praypower4today.wordpress.com/
( Lori’s words are in Italics, mine in regular type)
kindness sister, Krissy
Krissy Mosley Ministries 