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with conviction, mothers raise their children in prayers like rivers of the night, like the dreams of the negro mother. A higher Love, through adversity, through trauma and tragedy. through all night prayers, sitting by the bedside,
awaiting -little makings of something beautiful.
A higher Love,
that love would ask a mother’s dream – be heard over preaching reins of suffering up storms,
be heard again in the quiet ache and swarm.
allow the the dust to settle in a moment a woman is born…
Her prayers will breathe.Dear God, for all of our Mothers
our prayers will wear our names as embers that burn before the throne
prayers that be: raging, weeping, sowing , seeping prayers that break the monotony, degradation and brutality prayers that have no end and no beginning. ~kindness sis Krissy. -
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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 -
The soul of America// in question
what lies behind the woodshed in democracy??
such a demigod, drunken in her own blood…
chip away, all the while/cipher/slash/erode
but the soul that knows, is the soul
that dares to right a wrong.
kindness sister Krissy🖤🖤
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Written and Spoken by the author of Visionarie Kindness There is a pull
beyond the break of
to be made whole…
you take the wreckage of our lives and you are still able to make something of a masterpiece
he’s the master builder never lost a battlehe’s the master potter
never lost any clay
repairer of the broken beyond the break …
kindness sister Krissy
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Kindness sister Krissy If ever I should become a Love~ poet of sorts’
and I should answer love’s highest call
to be won like thunder on cloudy days or
quietly sit in God’s terrain, smell the sweet fragrance of prayers drifting by
dripping with desperate pleas’ and why, why why,
but suddenly in the foggy trance of grace.
in the midst and in the haze
there but only love should appear,
to drown out our puddles of gloom and fear,
lead us to a secret place,
change our dirty garments, give us holy names
with no more worry, no more pain
wrap us in infinite arms…
I’ll say I met the poet’ of poets’
all that God is, and all that love is,
and all that God is,
Love…
kindness sister Krissy
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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 this blog Kindness sister Krissy Dear God deep down in the waters of my soul
I could hear the symphony of a billion lights
and cords could catch the ache
and for a second time
I would play each cord
of all the lights that would ever be
broken and healing
suffering and sacrifice
fallen and restored
victim and conqueror
this time, you and I would be better for it
o’ this time, there would a billion growing lights
under a fallen plan,
there would a billion growing lights
stand tall under the wonders of a mighty God
there would be a billion growing lights
receiving and understanding the miracles of his plan
this time …
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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