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Photo by Elu012bna Aru0101ja on Pexels.com Poet Krissy Mosley 2022 -

Photo by Quang Nguyen Vinh on Pexels.com I will show myself compassion and allow compassion to extend itself to others.
May I feel the power of love surrounding me.
May I feel connected and whole,
May I remember the little things…
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I may not tickle ivory as my elders’
my elders can surely make those ivory keys sing
bending wood between joints of their fingers like strings
strings that belong to God this I’m sure
but in the closet of my soul
I remember my mother’s knees
closely, compacted mahogany-copper
bone replaced with steel, firmly planted to hear the voice of God
washing the rags of her eyes
her eyes on God
keeping her posture on the threshing floors
fleshing out tears as white as snow
I remember the simmering rain, of prayers
with utterances that kept us warm
utterances in key where prayers go
when they are tattered and worn
prayers that give us new names
that we are not who we used to be
and prayers that affirm our higher calling,
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From time to time, the person I no longer -am has come to say goodbye. And it’s okay. I want the old me to know. I see you. Bowed head, shrinking back. Third-degree burn on your right hand. I see you. Oh! How have we grown as the years have gone on.
The scars I was carrying have no weight on who I am now. I won’t dismiss the facts. We’ve had a lot of ups and downs. And the trail of deaths runs deep.

Photo by Raquel Su00edlva on Pexels.com I have come back to take you by the hand, to lead you into a glorious departure. I’m better now, as are you. The little girl in me is cheering, every scar, every wounded hole, every dark night of the soul, We are the answered prayers of treacherous nights. We are the songs of holy grail, that’s right!
it’s’ time you know,
I whispered you into that holy-goodnight,
I smiled at you, at thought of your transmission,
I played this verse in your remembrance,
a sway of nod, impermenament,
There’s a new story to hum,
off key needs a bit of tuning though,
I have a good-good feeling, doe!
in gitty-pockets like butterflies
take the wings of the morning,
I realize I am life’s unpretentious dance,
an ocean-breath on a life-time of chance
churning fragile into fragrant, woody resinous
drink from my own homemade cistern,
eternal resilient- taverns of waters,
are always flowing, always leading
me home.
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by me To pray you in the morning
as you reach the highest you
blue moons make magic awakenings
so rare, it only finds -you
at the moment of your whole self
anchored in the sweetest surprise of the gifts
that you are breathing in the sparkling fleet of angels
that ride, to carry into
God aspirations, breathing out -your soul is prosperous
and the bluebird sings her prayers in agreement
in answered prayers fields that moment you begin to pray
the prayer is heard, God thinking good- God thoughts about you
salt of the earth, a sound of many oceans, skipping out into the ethers’
leaping joy -glory- bearing-joy, the burning bush, is always with you
is always who you are,
so take off your shoes, you are
holy ground,
holy ground.
you are.
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Photo by Andrew Jones on Pexels.com Let this poem, be the poem that finally
swallows my ego,
where i have died a thousand and one
deaths, only to die again tomorrow,
Let this poem be the blade of judgment,
and bring back a compassionate plea,
blessed be the ointment of my soul,
and I will know how it feels to feel,
tears falling like monsoons out of season,
and I will know how it feels to feel,
broken like the alabaster box at the feet of Jesus,
and I will know how it feels to feel alive,
like the woman with the issued of blood,
twelve long years bleeding out
this single prayer,
and I will know this prayer sits at
the door, patiently waiting for me,
to come
home. Poet Krissy Mosley video created and spoken by me
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There is a love that runs deep & the love of God that runs deeper still
~Krissy M.
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