In
the
vicissitudes
of life,
I
am …
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I know I’ve been missing in action quite a bit. Okay, it’s been a while. Even though I haven’t posted prayers until this one. I’m grateful to keep my prayer life. I heard a great man once say “Knocked down seven, get- up eight.” I guess in many ways, a lot of us all across the world are feeling tossed and torn with the vicissitudes of life. If I started talking about all the things that were wrong, I’d have no energy left to speak of the miracles “through the dark nights of the soul.”
Right here in the silence,
tiny pecks of the keyboard echo loudly.
How to begin again? At the scratch of it. In the stillness ,
nothing but nothing,
thoughts overtaking another.
Picture a cloud he says,
“thoughts like clouds,
heavy, bursting with
tears of rain.”My prayer begins,
Hi God. Can you hold all of this?
Do you have somewhere special,
Where can you put war and suffering?
All of this, is more that a cloud passing
there’s thunder, agony,
soldiers on the rise.created and spoken by the author of this blog Krissy Mosley
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O’ God, while our prayers are un-relentlessly shaking on repeat. Allow us to be bold in the areas of complacency. That we are willing, to give ourselves permission to resurrect hope, in the soul. That we willing to give ourselves permission, to carry the dream of ancestors, into a legacy for generations to come. That we are willing to give ourselves permission, to work while its day day. Even through the weeping and lamenting of the soul, allow us to keep pace.
Help us to deal with our moral failures, our moral are deficits ever growing. Of our fractured spirits, ever yearning, asking what love should ask of us? Dear God. Dear love, that our very lives would please you, O’God. That we walk upon the day, with such gratitude and urgency, and live. And we dare, to love our neighbor as we love ourselves and with this love, love so much, that “love cast out darkness.” ~Kindness sister Krissy Mosley -
Allow our prayers to be radical and tenacious…
written and spoken by the author of this blog…
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written and spoken by the author of this blog VisionarieKindness your Kindness sister Krissy So we stop,
and hear what the spirit has to say.
We are the branches, I’ll take my body to the altar
lay my body on the altar, encapsulate my tears on this altar
let oxygen move around
O’God revive the laughter of my soul
revive the hope of growing old,
revive the rivers flowing in my belly,
revive the tongues of my trees,
revive my spirit, my eyes that I might see
revive my heart ,my former dreams, revive the latter rain in me
revive the years from whence I came
revive each connective hymn and let me pray,
revive the cartilage in my knees,
revive my prayers- O’ God
we take our bodies to this altar
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there are all night prayers in mama’s house
all night meetings before you sleep,
we stop,
and hear what the spirit has to say
kindness sister Krissy
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written and spoken by the author of visionariekindness While the Darkness is still breaking through
God we surrender
in this valley of dry bones
you understand the heartache, the brokenness
and yet and still…
after we have done all that we can do,
to stand,
God,
we surrender,
and declare the Glory of the Lord
Blessings of health, blessings of wealth, blessing of hope, blessing of love, blessings overflowing
God we,
surrender
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Coming back – where the movement is stillness (pose)
chasing shadows -wanting nothing more than presence alone
wanting time… wanting time to think… wanting to breathe in
wanting hope, wanting our youth to survive …
Like flowing waters -wells that never run dry.
companions- posing,
coupled by pride and perfection
to hide against the cage we called home
and our home
built of bricks and bone
slab and muck, twigs of flesh (pose)
to live…
we just want to live.
kindness sister Krissy
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Photo by icon0.com on Pexels.com in my private moment of stolen grief
by public views of what appears
to be a happier version of me
what appears in blink of thunder and flash
to protect brokenness as leaky puddles
of someday when change comes
someday when the world is full stupid some-days
we can’t be tired of being sick and tired too long
because too many of us are dying under the burden of grief
head stones that roll away love in private pastures, shouting to the pieces of the soul that fly. Stay a little longer and let me be human with holes in the middle of my flesh and wounds that remember the safety in the someday when we go home where love is~kindness sister Krissy
Krissy Mosley Ministries 