Mere Lullabies and Words

(Photos by Karen Crisp ~ Angel Fire, NM)

The birds sing me sweet celestial songs ~

The sun pours out its fiery love against my skin ~

Cool breezes nuzzle me

With gentle caresses.

Trees sway back and forth

A slow lover’s dance …

Beckoning me

To link my arms with theirs.

Raven, red-winged blackbirds, woodpeckers, grey dove

Join mountain chickadees, grey squirrels, curious chipmunks …

Allowing me to share

Their sacred spaces …

All I do is sing them lullabies

And offer up pitiful, puny, quiet words

Of gratitude, and love.

Take my mere lullabies and words,

Oh, Holy One!

Swallow them whole!

Work Your miracles of transformation and grace!

Spit them back out

As brilliant rainbows …

As sonnets to fill the ethers …

As shining stars yet unknown …

As Pure Light where there once was utter darkness …

As deep, mysterious, beautiful darkness

To showcase places where inner Lights burn bright!

Use my shameful, beggar’s offering!

Oh, Creator of the Universe!

Co-create with me

Some Grand New Thing

Out of these insignificant, little,

Mere lullabies and words.

~ By Karen Crisp

Your Presence

Photo by Karen Crisp

(Cross above adobe archway at San Francisco de Asis Church, Ranchos de Taos, NM)

Your Presence envelops me ~

Wrapping me in Holy Mystery,

Caressing me with calming Peace.

I sit in Your Presence

And wish never to get up.

I breathe in Your Presence,

And wish never to exhale.

I taste Your Presence,

And wonder how I can ever eat again.

I feel Your Presence,

And want nothing else ...

And All of You.

~ By Karen Crisp

I AM Here ...

Photo by Karen Crisp

("All-Seeing Eye" from plaque on grounds of Beverly Hall, Quakertown, PA

www.soul.org)

I AM here ...

In the Silent spaces ~

In between the notes ...

I AM here ...

Riding every inhale and exhale ~

Wending My way through every cell ...

I AM here ...

Watching every thought ~

Noticing which ones you cherish or dismiss ...

I AM here ...

Feeling every agony, every pain, every despair ~

Rejoicing in each celebration, each awakening ...

I AM here ...

Hidden underneath your doubts and disbelief ~

Waiting for you to seek ~ and to find ~ Me ...

I AM here ...

Wanting to be discovered ~

Desirous only of your Love ...

I AM here ...

Patient as you strive to love yourself ~

Compassionate as you come to know yourself ...

I AM here ...

Loving you tenderly ~

Lighting your Divine Spark within ...

I AM here ...

I AM closer to you

Than you are to yourself ...

I AM here ...

You will find me

When you fall into My Light and My Love.

~ By Karen Crisp

Preparing an Undefiled Bed

Photo by Karen Crisp

(Stained glass window at the Lama Foundation near Taos, NM)

The Sacred Christos and the Blessed Sophia

Present Themselves ~

Twin Flames and Holy Lovers,

Before the altar of my Soul

Desirous of a proper dwelling place

For Their sacred union:

An undefiled bed

Upon which to lay Their Holy Heads.

Mine is not fit

Until I die within ...

Joining the acorn

And the grain of wheat ...

Absorbed into the Nothingness

From whence I came

To re-emerge as Pure Essence,

Adorned, like the oak,

With a new name

And a new sacred task:

To serve and proclaim

Such Exalted Royalty.

The holy task cannot be done

With words.

I must so prepare

Their holy bed

That They can birth within me

A silent Flaming Fire Light

That alone can speak

Their Celestial language

Of pure Divine Love.

~ By Karen Crisp

Prayer to The Fire Within

Photo by Karen Crisp

(Crystal angel in private collection of Barney & Lisa Fadal, Seguin, TX)

Oh, my Master and my King!

Before my very eyes

You turned my heart into stone! ...

A brilliant, sparkling crystal cluster,

Each point aflame with the

Searing Fire of Your Love.

Angelic Beings took my ears,

Implanting melodies from celestial realms

Deep within my Being.

My Soul leapt into the River of Fire

Dancing across the flaming points,

Utterly consumed yet not burned

By Your Great Love.

Oh, Sweet Majesty!

To know such ecstasy and sublime bliss!

You are to be praised and adored forever!

Consume me until there is nothing left

But the melody.

Sing in me and through me.

When You sing me,

Let the world see only Your Flame!

~ By Karen Crisp