There is a surrender under pain.
It flows gently like water.
From the cusp of shoulders to the bed of ruddy nails.
Things -forgotten. Things we left unsaid.
Made in sparkling white folds and deep dark trimmings.
Its’ grace of the morning.
Grace that comes soflty and calling,
grace that leads me home
kindness sister Krissy
Krissy Mosley Ministries 