hope – Page 2 – Krissy Mosley Ministries

One Hundred and Twenty Versions Of My Come Back Stance :

May 13th, 2020
Photo by David Bares on Pexels.com

I knew I still had some come back left in me,

I wanna be off the radar doing good

so good for the first time in a long time my socks match

with the those pink and green toes in the morning

doing so good, I’d wake up satisfied in

my own black coffee- they’d be singing folktales to me

hold my smile in the middle of adversity

braid my hair in milk and honey

with a splash of turmeric and cardamom

because there’s nothing better than that

golden life flowing, down on the inside

being the best of me

reaching for the rest of me

…~kindness sister
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Where There’s Hope ~There’s Possibility, That’s where you’ll find me:

May 10th, 2020
after the madness of darkness

after the portals of shattered things

such as tattered lint falling, slowly into spring

hope is a mother’s touch, unable to hold her child

undefined hope has room to grow

knowing the love of a mother, her love is still there

Hope like a wounded bird, pecking its’ way, untapped,

through the holes of despair, pecking at daylight

pecking at the seam

breaking through norms of dying

undue the burden, somethings gotta give

cracking at the yoke- wide with wings,

feeling high in the moment , a gush, a rescued touch

the ebb of love-ones’ emerge

believing, even when I’m weak

there’s possibility~ kindness sister
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In the Ring Of Isolation: I Got Crazy-Stupid faith: Aka: I keep Getting Up

May 5th, 2020
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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“You And Me: We Are God’s Heartbeat”

May 3rd, 2020
(digging through my family photos- my son at One years’ old, he’s 9 now)

deeply grieving, over the way it was,

church on a Sunday,

pub’s in the afternoon,

baptizing Jesus, and the things we lost

temporary-people, cut down in fields of green

temporary-socials, satisfied the touch of needs

I hate to say this..

nothing remains, nothing is promised

save the pain for a little heartache

save the tears in old used coffee cans

save the joy but let spill

over worries, even kill

over problems, gone down hill

over certain unmarked graves

waiting for the day

waiting for the new normal

if it ain’t coming,

I’m running to Jesus

finding that empty grave

lay down upon it,

be the stone that rolled away

be the cloth where is his head lay

be the dove that Christ had come

be the one that spreads good news

be the spirit after flesh

be a witness, be the hope of a small child

be the one who thrives in uncertain times

be the one who’s light still shines

there is, unconquerable hope

and it lives in you & me ~kindness sister Krissy
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Chipping At The Window Of Goodbye: NaPoWriMo

May 1st, 2020
(me -Krissy as a kid- gotta get back to my 3rd grade stories one of these days, photo taken in 1989)

I wanna live like love’s never dying

never saying goodbye, see ya later or next time, for now our goodbye’s are getting cold

there’s a lake camping out on my eyelids – east winds, blowing

southbound and strong, I remember the smell of old writings,

I remember fear eating away at the day -we’d say goodbye,

I’m still looking for the sun in Indiana

still growing-up to be a grow up – one of these ole’ days

still love to taste dark cherries of summer

still love to daze into the dawn of the open-sun

still love to feel small against river’s rapid drums

and know home-home is never done.

kindness sister Krissy…(one day at a time)
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Resurrected Hope — praypower4today

April 30th, 2020
[Note: The following is a collaboration between Krissy Mosley of Visionarie Kindness and Lori Strawn of Praypower4Today. Krissy’s words are in bold; Lori’s in regular type.] In the deep dark depths where lost things go Outside, at the bottom of ourselves three steps down before the sidewalk begins where the heartbeats are faster against the […]
Resurrected Hope — praypower4today

If you want to keep reading click the link above and experience “Hope with us”
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Dear God,

April 17th, 2020
Photo by Rayn L on Pexels.com

Here on this altar, with our arms out stretched

towards the temple of hope

God you are that temple

Here on this altar…

kindness sister Krissy
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Kindness Conversations Of Hope:

April 13th, 2020
Dear kindness, I may see through a glass, in a half figurine. Tables turning. Blood rushing to the scene. Where have we laid our conversations? Where have we laid our un-prayed, prayers?

pixabay image

Over- yonder down by the riverside.

In the foggy-haze, taste a pinch of hope

see the sky, curl-over against the legs of the sun

bills unpaid, missed days, hair- all in blob, and done,

conversations now, are more than others got.

And God this is just a thought, if only, your hinder part

leave a spec of glory, that we pass through

so we may know, God has not forgot.

God has not, forgot.

Kindness sister Krissy
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Watch My Faith Work:

April 7th, 2020
Dear kindness, the sun went on shinning like it was supposed to. The winds blew softly. The trees may be bare but the grass is slowly, turning green.

I choose to believe my faith is made by my words,

My works are made in faith,

I believe with all of you

this is the “good fight of faith”

In the end, We Win!

kindness sister Krissy
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Running, Don’t Stop Running, Towards the Light And Don’t Look Back: Kindness Diary,

April 4th, 2020
Dear kindness, I feel there’s so much to say. It seems like the world has swallowed a nightmare pill. Somewhere between earth and mars -we are here. Are we ready to wake up?

I needed to run and write, like my life depends upon it. Only because I believe my life has wrapped itself around my faith.

These are the moments, we use our darkness to pursue light. Running to catch fire. Gently light the wings of the butterfly, running to carry tear drops in teacups. Running…

Moments of the darkness,

“We wear the mask” it shades our fears but not our eyes

unforgotten missions, weeping warriors,

our sighs’ our pleas,
our hearts open, God, let it be…

“Nevertheless, not my will, but thine”

“surrendered battles, veils and temples, vinegar, and thorns

to quench a thirst,

unrequited love

souls to save,

a place called home, so let it be.

running, where the light turns,

running around in circles,

running with the wind upon our backs

please don’t look back, ” I saw a new heaven”

” I saw a new earth”

kindness sis,Krissy
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