
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
Placing my hands on the only pulse I know
& this is me
I stretch this breath,
slowly & softly
I drag out my exhale
nothing else,
nothing more,
can compete…
kindness sis, Krissy
by the author of this blog

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🖤🖤
In a moment when our lives feel threaten,
and rage blows her timely cords…
We will press that rage into praise
and press our tears into songs of freedom…
your, kindness sister Krissy🖤🖤