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)

 

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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….)

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.