Nakedly disclosing, earthen-burdens
Webbed of suffering, and morning joy
O’ that we may live,
Like the roots that we are,
Ring by ring, but we are the stories.
Nakedly, we count raindrop’s golden dust
Ode’ to our inner bark, that our hearts would heave
A love song, to kiss mercy on the lips of justice
© Kristina Neal Mosley
Excerpt from the book Saltwater on My Knees
About the Author
Kristina Mosley: An Advocate for Women’s rights. Mother of three children, Holding an B.A in Mental Health, from Wilberforce University and Master of Jurisprudence from Widener University School of law, Health law M.J.
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