She breaks open her morning doors’
as I stand before the communal- floors
coded behind the windows of my soul
the eyes of secret life…~ Poet Krissy Mosley 2022
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when rain speaks she has no shallow dexterity
she holds the bosom of skies in peaceful mothering’s
broken drops of purpose, going back before the days of moses,
Photo by Daria Shevtsova on Pexels.com she smells familiar, like the beginning,
a leaping exodus, barring wide -stirringsbillows, openings and moaning’s to songs of mercy
ditty-breaks, of breathing rain,
heaving -heavy her chorus, of holy wonder,
dimensions and multitudes will look upon her…
she is poet, and prophet,
falling with the sunrise, and rising with the
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How grateful I am to come here. To be in the realm of gratitude. To become so aware, where love thrives in every soul. I’m so thankful, to be given each moment. What a precious gift of life. The sound the heart makes, without any help from me. To wake up in the beauty of gratitude. A taste of gratitude in the morning. To encounter the spirit of gratefulness, rising in a new way. That I am alive, to feel this. Grateful to navigate the waters of my soul.
As Gratefulness sets the tone of the day…
Breathing in: I welcome peace
Breathing out: I am thankful
Breathing In: taking in this moment
Breathing out I am thankful
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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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And now picking up our knees,
We sing til daylight,
Comes for us… -
Dear kindness I kinda get the feeling that,
Mama Earth wanted all the kids to go inside,
don’t come back until we all know how to be kind
and show compassion to one another~ Kindness sister Krissy
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Someday we will look back and say, Mama Earth taught us, some things and made us better humans.
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Dear God seems like the whole world’s- up and went to the hospital..
and those that are alone, with cellphones and text -still perplexed
“dismayed afraid of the cough “‘
a spiff, or a wrong whistle
You made the flea and the ocean’
the spec of moon dust and the hurricane
paired each sky with its’ own perfected rainbow
and so as we stay in the boat
it might be 40 days and 40 nights
it might be the wilderness or red sea
but God send
back the dove – or the sparrow
with green olive branches
in her beak,
I still believe
you watch over me…
Krissy Mosley Ministries 