poetry – Page 12 – Krissy Mosley Ministries

Rise up My Soul :

July 1st, 2021
The heart of a book, is something whispered over and over again until you can’t help but to pen-to-heart . I believe the mystical -magic is in the wonder. Will the words come? How the pages fly?

Unfold like the bones of old shaken souls. Ignite the power, the soul of my pen. Maybe for the next generation. Maybe comfort for the moment.

Empty out this soulish cry. In tears, in hope, in gratitude. These are the words that chose me. Whispers that creep..

Followed by: moan-full prayers drifting. Salt-full beginnings,

watch the darkness flee,~ Kindness sister Krissy
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Write Myself Whole

June 24th, 2021
I started to believe my soul and I had parted ways. looking over this year and even the one leading up to this

I felt abandon, I felt the sting of loss, somewhere in the spirit of facing the truth.

I believe there is nobody human enough to take count, the cost of grieving. I believe comparing one loss to another is painful,

but to touch another soul like mine, is the beginning of wholeness.
I often find my soul and I have much to discuss,

many nights of pleading with my soul to stay,

C’mon soul, stay alive

C’mon soul its okay not to be okay, C’mon soul talk with me
meet me in the mirror unveil, the beauty of telling the truth
C’mon soul, you can’t stay here you’ve gotta move, you’ve gotta get up,

you’ve gotta try.

you’ve gotta fight~ Kindness sister Krissy
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Ode’ To “Their Eyes are watching God”…

June 22nd, 2021
Sometimes change is standing still,

out in the middle of nowhere watching the breeze comb through the sky, sitting down at the banks of river, tip, the scales of grace- while the waters are flowing and the green grass tickles the heels of ivory sand.

Lay down in the coolness of the day being loved in all that God made watching me, and me watching God and God walking in the silence

and silence blowing back a smile in my direction . that’s how I knew I was something God made and God was there eavesdropping goodness …~kindness sister Krissy
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Father’s Day Prayer Poem aka: Arms of the Father

June 19th, 2021
created and spoken by the author of this blog
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Art in the Afternoon

June 4th, 2021
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Ode’ A Mothers’ Prayer

May 30th, 2021
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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Going On…. Prayer Poem

May 30th, 2021
by the Author of this Blog
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Stumble Well

March 24th, 2021
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Falling Straight — A Poet’s Vision

March 9th, 2021
Dear sky/ I heard all your utterances of the night like God, herself came and choke out all the evil on my street. It was clean bolts, pounding, and the wreckage was just what we needed to keep the peace around here. – Krissy Mosley
Falling Straight — A Poet’s Vision
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God Holds Our Bones Together: Audio added

February 24th, 2021
Prayer Poem by the author of this blog

to the God that holds our bones together, holds sanctuary in the soul,
while we are at times are broken, troubled waters, wells have run dry

Hear our prayers O God…
allow us to put aside our pride allow this very prayer to suffice God you are my only devotion you are our ultimate supply

must tell Jesus, when the pounding ache, of our lives becomes too much, when the loneliness, of our prayers spill out

We dare not bear these burdens alone

God bottled up precious tears for angels to touch

you shut up the mouths of darkness, you bring hatred to its’ knees, you catch us even when we fall,

“you are wounded for our transgressions, bruised for our iniquities: the {h} chastisement for our peace rest upon him; and with his stripes we are made whole”
I must tell Jesus, Jesus alone, gathering the weary, lonely, downcast, down hearted touch all those who are bereaved

God you are our devotion, you are our ultimate peace

sis, Krissy Mosley
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