Author Archives: Dr. Crystal Grimes

Breaking Free

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I cannot function in the world today.
Life’s keeping all my feelings bottled up.
If I surrender, hell is what I’ll pay.

My mind is full of many words to say.
How well I know the pressure building up.
I cannot function in the world today.

My heart insists it feels a better way.
And deep within my soul is burning up.
If I surrender, hell is what I’ll pay.

The darkest night is taking me away
And forcing me to see the wounds show up.
I cannot function in the world today.

There’s freedom at the breaking of the day,
But one persistent thought I can’t give up:
If I surrender, hell is what I’ll pay.

Yet older than the mind, my Spirit wakes!
And I pour out this stale and empty cup…
I cannot function in the world today;
If I surrender, hell is what I’ll pay.

—
A villanelle for day 21 of NaPoWriMo.

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The Gift of Words

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I gave you my words.
It felt like nothing,
free for the taking,
willingly given,
no sacrifice required.

But you received them
like the parched gulp water,
and the hungry devour a crumb,
and like the lost who find direction.

My humble words,
so naturally shared,
with no expectation
except to cheer…

And cheer they did!
You were lifted
by a Spirit not my own,
but everyone’s,
and all by a few simple words!

—
I had the privilege of singing at a senior home today. I was nervous! Most of the residents didn’t know me, and because I’m a singer/songwriter, they didn’t know the songs either. But I received at least as much from them as they did from me. Minds were opened, spirits were lifted, hearts were blessed, and bodies forgot their pain–at least for a while. What more can we ask than to be a blessing to each other?

Written for NaPoWriMo day 20 and shared at
dVerse OpenLinkNight #194.

I have outgrown many things…

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“I have outgrown many things…
I have outgrown relatives who gladly offer criticism but not support.
I have outgrown my need to meet my family’s unrealistic expectations of me.
I have outgrown shrinking myself for people who are intimidated by my intelligence and outspoken nature.

I have outgrown friends and family who cannot celebrate my accomplishments. I have outgrown people who conveniently disappear whenever life gets a little dark.
I have outgrown those who take pleasure in gossiping and spreading negativity.
I have outgrown dull, meaningless conversations that feel forced.
I have outgrown those who don’t take a stand against ignorance and injustice.
I have outgrown trying to please everyone.

I have outgrown society constantly telling me I’m not beautiful, smart, or worthy enough.
I have outgrown trying to fix every little flaw.
I have outgrown my tendency to fill my mind with self-doubt and insecurity.
I have outgrown trying…

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What I’m Doing

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Just catching up on some reading
where folks tell what it’s like
to be in their shoes.
It seems I’ve worn some of those shoes.

Just listening to a song
that came from someone’s heart,
touched by another.
It seems I’ve felt that touch.

Just enjoying the breeze
sent to cheer the day
and lift the birds to new heights.
It seems I’ve flown that high before.

Just catching up
on the life you’ve given me
to remind me of the beauty
I don’t seem to remember enough.

And just saying thank you!

—
Written for NaPoWriMo day 19.

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Postcard from the Heart

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I’m poeming here in the land of sun
With birds and flowers, sweetness and fun.
The only thing better, it’s perfectly clear,
Would be poeming with your laughter near.

I’m singing here in the land of love
With all of these blessings straight from above.
And the greatest one I’ve seen so far
Is the Light that shimmers between our hearts.

With me you go; with me you stay,
No matter where you are today.
Tomorrow you will come along
In heart, in soul, in poem and song.

—
A short (enough?) postcard poem for De’s prompt at
dVerse.
Come travel the world with all the amazing poets this April, and join in. We don’t bite!

Midnight Song

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It’s midnight as the hours turn.
The clock is ticking; candles burn.
As I embrace the dark that churns,
It’s midnight as the hours turn.

It’s midnight as the world spins.
The time is passing; hear the din.
I reach for moonlight deep within;
It’s midnight as the world spins.

It’s midnight as the mind repairs.
The time is healing, easing cares.
I rest content to be in prayer;
It’s midnight as the mind repairs.

It’s midnight as the soul awakes.
Forget the clock of time and space.
As Spirit lights the dreamland scape,
It’s midnight as the soul awakes.

—
Yesterday’s prompt at napowrimo.net was to write a nocturn, or night song, a musical prompt I really enjoyed.

Twisted Poetry

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Poetry is a beautiful thing. I read it. I write it. I hear it. I recite it. But when rhythm and rhyme are used in a negative message, poetry chills me to the bone. As a child I could not hear Rock-a-Bye Baby without cringing. And when I had a child, I didn’t sing or read him nursery rhymes. Three Blind Mice; Wee Willie Winkie; Diddle, Diddle Dumpling, even Humpty Dumpty–all were off limits. He heard them from others, on television, and in books, but not from me. It was, and is, too frightening. And the more repetition I hear, the more trapped I feel. I feel physically and emotionally restrained, helpless, and horrified. All I can do is hold on until it passes, until the poetry stops, then deal with the cold sweat that sometimes results. It is one of my favorite things, poetry, working against me in a cruel twist of rhyming, rhythmic fate.

Nature’s poetry
twisted and mangled in death
is this beauty too?

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For NaPoWriMo day 17, a Haibun for Toni’s “fear” prompt at
dVerse.

Easter Day

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Shouting, touting all the way,
“Christ is risen! Bless this day!”

Whirling, swirling everywhere,
Awe-inspiring breaking day.

All have come and few have seen
Glory on this joyous day.

But suddenly the crowd believes,
Claiming for their own this day.

Stranger things were never seen
By those who follow every day.

Many who would not believe
Brim with faith and hope this day.

“Christ is risen!” ringing out
On this longed-for wondrous day.

Whether now or then or when,
May we bless this Easter day!

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This is a ghazal, a strangely haunting Arabic/Persian/English form. Today is NaPoWriMo day 16, and this was day 13’s prompt at napowrimo.net. Read more about the ghazal
here.

I Am the Life

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Christ is risen!

He is risen, indeed!

Quotations from The Holy Bible, New King James Version (NKJV)

Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live. And whoever lives and believes in Me shall never die. Do you believe this?”
–John 11:25-26

For to me, to live is Christ, and to die is gain.
–Philippians 1:21

Let this mind be in you which was also in Christ Jesus.
–Philippians 2:5

I Am the Life – Lyrics

(Capo 1)

1. Dying to ourselves so we may come to live,
Accepting all the life that Christ alone can give,
Let the mind in us be the mind that was in him,
For Jesus said:
Refrain:

2. Jesus sacrificed so everyone may live,
When we pledge our lives, it’s the least that we can give,
Trading passing things for the greatest joy in him,
For Jesus said:
Refrain:

3. Everlasting life is not for just a few,
It belongs to everyone believing in the Truth,
Christ alive within is the resurrected proof,
For Jesus said:
Refrain: (Twice)

I am the life!

Refrain:
I’m the resurrection,
And I am the life.
If you believe in me,
You live even though you die.
And if you believe,
You will never die in me.
You will live, live, live, live,
For I give, give, give, give
Eternal life,
I am the life!

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High recognitions . . . The physical body of the Redeemer

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This is in alignment with Metaphysical Science teachings, New Thought and its various denominations, Metaphysical Bible interpretation, The Aquarian Gospel of Jesus the Christ, and ideas supporting this spiritual philosophy and way of life.

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At this time of year, Christians celebrate Easter with the physical resurrection of Jesus as being one of main doctrines of the religion of Christianity. The reality is however that the “Resurrection” of Jesus was a Natural Process NOT a miracle.

The “real” person is not the physical body but the spirit within.

Simply put the the ethereal body of Jesus passed on to the other side due to the execution/murder of his physical body.

It was the ethereal body of the Risen Christ that the disciples and other blessed ones were able to see.. …

If an earthly gross material body was able ascend into a higher realm of another world then by the same logic the earthly body could also DESCEND to the earth without having to go through the process of a earthly birth.
Such things are impossible and against the perfect Natural Laws that govern existence.

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