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)

 

It’s About Damn Time!

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It’s About Damn Time! by Nicola Rickards Karesh

If I were a black man in today’s society, I doubt that I would be able to keep a level head.

I am considering whether or not to go for brutal honesty, or to carefully weigh my words for fear of inciting the rabble to rouse!

Dial the years back a few… change my gender, recorded ethnicity so someone can squeeze my rich heritage into a tiny box,  keep emotions and personality as they were…

I’d be liable to be running wild in a street, protesting, burning a GMO field or two or three or…. not pulling over in a remote area for anyone no matter that I see a badge or a uniform.  I am driving to the well-lit, populated parking lot, so I have a witness with nothing going down in the dark, behind-the-scenes, alley. 

I doubt that I’d be embracing turn the other cheek mentality.  How long would I have to intern under Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., or be a devout disciple to Jesus to be crucified without a physical fight? These men had fire in their bellies and peace lighting their hearts.  I wasn’t that enlightened back then and it’s questionable, even though I’d like to think that I’m noble, if I would be an angel when greeted with a constant, barrage of darkness.

Lift me up God. Show me the holy way.

At 18, I had fire, but peace was not yet a permanent fixture in my house.  I’m sure I’d be making a list and thinking up ways to get retribution.  I wouldn’t be forgetting anything! Every wrongful death, unwarranted imprisonment, misuse of force and power, would be notches on my belt and by hell or high water, I’m going to get every one of you back.  See, I hadn’t learned the serenity prayer yet. 

I would have the wild-eyed bravado to think I can affect change and if the now corrupt, legal channels weren’t working for me, then who am I to become a doormat? 

Complacency has never been my middle name.I would have the wild-eyed bravado to think I can affect change and if the now corrupt, legal channels weren’t working for me, then who am I to become a doormat? 

I’m surprised that there aren’t more riots.  I’m surprised there isn’t more destruction.  I’m not surprised that people are beginning to rise up.  It’s about damn time.

Nicola Rickards Karesh, copyright © 2014 – All rights reserved.

It’s Time

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It’s Time by Nicola Rickards Karesh

This world is going back and forth like a crazy ping pong table.
Pass a law and you think you’re set
And somebody pops right up
And knocks it back down
Forward,
Backward, forward, backward…

Damn, people!
Make up your mind who and what you want to be!

Who’s in charge?

It’s a free world,
So everybody’s got their stake.
Some seem to muscle their way in with beaucoup cash
And that money is trying to control the arena,
Get a bigger, louder say.

But wait, stop a minute.
Can you hear that clinking, chinking, pounding,
Hitting the pavement noise of you rising up to be heard, counted?
Your voice.

Money isn’t evil in itself.
It can be potent,
Destructive even under the unconscious command
of a despot.

But oh, feel the good that can be done with a mindful,
forward-thinking
illumined soul.

I cast my vote in the basket of feeling good
And doing no harm.
We are writing our own
history as I speak.

I am ready for the world to live its happily forever and now fairy tale.
Enough of nightmares, bad drama, soap operas from hell
and actors whose minds are still swayed by their pockets and pants.
Move your centre up a few notches and engage your heart.
It’s time people.
It’s time.

Nicola Rickards Karesh, copyright © 2013 – All rights reserved.

[Words from – Radioactive by Imagine Dragons playing in my mind before the words emerged for this poem….]

(Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Whoa, whoa, I’m radioactive, radioactive
Whoa, whoa, I’m radioactive, radioactive

All systems go….)