In many ways we dream almost golden, the thorns that might arise breaking the nightfall. beyond the need of intelligence or intellect. A flower unveiling petal by petal, knowingly, the day awaits us to the sweet looming light,
Soft timid blooming- press
turning the world around in a spec
that it is the earth’s kindness as she brings
icy lakes, black and white snow
mud piles on the road
journey attending,
as we go …
kindness sister Krissy
Looking out at the east of the river,
the roaring blue waves approaching,
I sensed the depth of the sun’s golden heat narrowing down in the sheer coldness of the morning. The taste of times in stillness. The waves beating out the salt of ocean. Slapping the bank with the tide.
The void of loneliness, is there. The unwanted worries are there. Opened wounds are there- carried in the emptiness of the morning.
The moon and sun are met together, one saying hello and another replied “so long.” “Until next time. Til we are met together- side by side”
A silver of light peeks through.
One sliver light after the another.
Turning tables of the morning
human souls ablaze
tipping hats in kindness
kicking the ache of the soul,
satisfying goodness,
with nourishment, softened by each tip,
then a human-smile, is born in gold.
kindness. sis Krissy
Krissy Mosley Ministries 