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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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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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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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written and spoken by the author of Visionariekindness Krissy Mosley When our souls have reached the night season and it feels we are strumming our pain with uncertainty, this level of opposition it sits at top of our souls
while the tides are so rapid and waves are all consuming,but God this is where we meet Jesus, this is where we draw the line from fear
to speak in faith
we draw the line in the night season , for the power of life and death still lies in our own tongues – so we speak life to every dark cloud, we speak life, through the valley of shadow of death ,
in despair and in the dry places, we speak life
so let the weak say I am strong, let the poor say I am rich,
let health enter our bodies as good medicine,
O Lord, keep your hand upon us and let no evil befall your people, enlarge our territory and bless us indeed
your kindness sister Krissy
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When sadness comes for me
I’ll be dancing my way in poetry
down bean pods in limbo, breaking my awkward pause
to feel the thud, to crawl when I can’t walk
sling, by sling, thump by thump
I’m alive
wrestling madness private eye ,
my swing is stupid,
my right hook, even I didn’t see it coming
I wade in stillness,
I wade in crazy-stupid faith
I wade and breathe in the music,
hold-up the cotton- candy sky
mint and saffron in all my daze
teleport sadness, inside
drizzle refreshing, dash, pip, bop and blow
ring the bell, shake and shake
I’m ready this time.
~Kindness
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There may be moments when God catches us before our knees break or lock in place. Three inches before the floor,
where we never hit the floor- cold,
but there will be moments, even small lifetimes, cast-iron skillet livings, hard as you can’t stand to stand
the un-ruling heat of the flame. burning blankets, and leaves, just to stay.
taste the bitters, fine smothered herbs in red
Hold out our arms as Job,
pray so hard like Jesus ,
sweat and tears percolate
great drops of blood
of love,
and love in the making
earth quaking
sky pulls up, her splendor
to uncover,
the question what’s love made of?
empty cross nails, impale the fragile spirit
come away from bone
Hold love, wrap love, with shadows in the darkness, “fear no evil”- love
ghost giving, un forsaken,
surrendered- love
kindness sister Krissy
Krissy Mosley Ministries 