Bless The Souls

Lost souls are falling down into the darkness
Falling by the wayside
As we continue to fail them one by one.

We fail them when we forget who we truly are at our heart center
And instead, mask as lies, deceipt and disingenuousness.
We fail them when we place the false idols of corruption, intimidation and greed
Before the basic goodness of loving care and right action.
We fail them when injustice and inequality takes a front seat
Instead of honouring the sacredness of each red, yellow, white, black and brown soul
All lovingly and deliberately placed on this earth plane for their highest good
And for our own.

Every loss, every missed step, every mis-step,
Every unheard bellow for salvation and heaven on earth
Calls us to step up our “game,”
And take our seat at the council table for all of humanity,
For all of life.

To declare our intention
To do good
To see good
To recognise it
Praise it
Inspire it for all who come under our radar and beyond
To shine God’s merciful Light brightly, consistently.

For there are lives whose continued existence are affected
by our non-actions and our inspired actions.
Who are you called to be in this moment
And what, if anything, are you being called to do?
Now. This very day. This exact moment.
Not an off in the distance, fleeting hope without shape and form,
But a crystal clear vision that is lovingly rooted in the now
Honed with absolute precision and grace.

May each soul here feel blessed and may we in turn pass on the offering, so that in time, darkness will have nowhere to grow and all beings may realise peace
And so it is brothers and sisters.
Amen.

Nicola Karesh, copyright © 2016 but please share freely

(read at the Election Eve Prayer Service at Ingram Auditorium, Brevard College, Brevard, N.C. – November 7, 2016)

 

The Promised Land

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The Promised Land by Nicola Rickards Karesh

Thinking about the promised land and the beloved community.  I feel myself there.

Who will be by my side?

Who is walking the light-filled path with me?

But what about the others?

There, but for the Grace of God, go I and once upon a time, I was in the dark, unaware and completely unconscious.  Driven by a narrow margin, rim and edge of what served self.  I wonder if someone would have imagined wide enough to include me?

Is my field broad enough… generous in its capacity to include those whose backs are turned away?

Prayer could never leave anyone out.  Someone must bless the sinners and the uninformed, just as surely as God blesses me with His Grace when I am spinning with eyes closed in the dark.

The promised land is that all-inclusive peace that is here for us all.

The beloved community wraps each one in its tender folds.  Some are being gently coaxed to open their eyes.  Others are blessed and held as they go as they may.

Me?

I feel the Light.  It trickles down sometimes and I am like that budding shoot.  Emerging and opening to the warmth.  Protected by the giant oak above me, whose limbs and branches spread wide enough for the golden sun to filter through.

I feel the Light.  It shines brightly sometimes, as I am completely open and upturned.  Little ones below me feel my protection and my shade.

I feel the Light.  In my darkest hours, I remember there is such a thing and I turn my gaze.  My faith is always in my Father.  He watches as I feel my way.  He prompts, he steers and sometimes He is a driving force that whacks me between the eyes to WAKE UP!

Life is passing you by sister! Grab hold! Sink your all into the swell that is rising… cresting.

He would leave no-one behind.  But sister… brother… you have to choose.

Nicola G. Karesh, copyright © 2012 – All rights reserved.

Room For It All

Room For It All by Nicola Rickards Karesh

I am amused by personality flaws
Until it is me
Making a big, huge blunder
Tearing up life’s perfect stage. 

I smile at idiosyncrasies.
May I remember to feel light-hearted
About my own quirky patterns…
Way out stances.

I make allowances
For the abnormal and the strange.
May I remember to make room
For the common-place and the plain. 

Ordinary still radiates God’s glow.
Simple and everyday have a place
In the master plan
As do you and I.

Nicola Rickards Karesh, copyright © 2012 – All rights reserved.