Author Archives: Dr. Crystal Grimes
Silver Reflection #Writephoto #Song #Poem
Enjoy the silvery sound of the zither (plucked psaltery or lap harp).
Lyrics
1. Water reflecting the twilight,
Silvery blessings unfold.
Nature is Life,
Day into night,
Look for the Light they hold.
2. You are a silver reflection,
Shining your state of mind.
The Spirit in you
Knows every Truth.
Seek It and you will find.
3. You’re the Creator’s reflection,
Prism of peace and love.
Already here,
Nothing to fear,
For as below, so above.
4. Water reflecting the twilight,
Silvery blessings unfold.
Nature is Life,
Day into night,
You are the Light they hold.
Nature is Life,
Day into night,
You are the Light they hold.
You are the Light they hold.
Poem
Silver reflection
As below mirrors above
Truth of your being.
—
Written for
Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto Prompt, Silver.
Remember (The LOA Song)
On Ukulele, from the album
And so it Is! Vol. 1
Great Is Thy Faithfulness #Music
Today we celebrate Father’s Day in the United States. The hymn, “Great Is Thy Faithfulness” reminds us that no matter what kind of relationship we experience with our father on earth, our Father in Heaven is ultimately our provider, our protector, and our strength throughout this lifetime and all others.
This is usually a hymn for the harvest and Thanksgiving season, but the more we give our Father-God thanks, the more we find to be thankful for!
This hymn was first published in 1923, with lyrics by Thomas Chisholm and music by William M. Runyan. It entered the public domain in the United States just last year, which means we may freely produce things like this zither arrangement. I hope you enjoy it!
Wishing all of you a blessed, happy, and peaceful Father’s Day! And dads, remember to look to the Great Provider for your own needs as well as your children’s!
More Father’s Day Blessings
Soar/Songbird Sing #Writephoto
They soar above clouds
Like birds, my heart, mind and soul
Are freed from chaos!
Songbird Sing
Instrument: Acoustic Guitar
For Sue Vincent’s
#Writephoto Prompt, Soar.
Grandma’s House #Poem
Did Jesus go to Grandma’s house
For sweets and cakes and bread?
Did Grandma ruffle up his hair
And kiss his little head?
Did Grandma call him in from play
With clanging dinner bell?
Did she tuck Jesus into bed
And pray that he’d sleep well?
Did Jesus wake with morning light
To smells of Grandma’s cooking?
Did he explore her storage rooms
For mysteries a-looking?
Did Grandma know her first grandchild
Would come to be the Christ?
Or was he just her Jesus-boy
She cherished day and night?
Did Jesus go to Grandma’s house
With joy and playful plans?
And did he love as children do,
His precious Grandma, Anne?
I’d really like to think he did,
And I suppose he might.
Because he lived like all of us
In God’s own loving Light.
The loving of a Grandmother
Who’s gentle, wise and kind,
Is Spirit taking form to bless
A child’s heart and mind.
via Sowing seeds
Our Nature #Poem
The writers of songs
And the makers of art,
The poetry’s poets
Seek beauty at heart.
We know who we are,
Or we’re trying to find
The meaning of life
And the Nature of mind.
The Mystics and Sages
Whose treasure is Light,
Discover the Truth
Of their Being inside.
It may take some time
To be noticed and heard;
Yet the seeker will find it,
The Light of the Word.
For the Word is your Spirit;
It’s not in a book.
You must journey within,
Not outside for a look.
Like the Mystics and Sages,
The artists and bards,
You’ll uncover the beauty
That dwells in your heart.
And this beautiful Nature
Is yours, free and clear,
When you claim the awareness
Right now and right here.
It’s your Light and your Treasure
That’s perfect and whole;
It’s the Truth of your Being
In heart, mind and soul!
Life’s Lost Meaning #Poem
What is obdurate?
Most don’t know
the meaning of the word.
Yet we live it
every time we are stubborn,
unshakable,
unwilling to listen,
not easily moved to compassion,
and when we demonstrate,
in thoughts, words or actions,
lack of empathy
toward another being.
We point fingers
at others,
because, of course,
they are the problem.
But perhaps
this word of unknown meaning
sucks the very meaning
from within our own lives…
—
72 words using “obdurate,” which I had to look up, for Sammi Cox’s
Weekend Writing Prompt #161
Rock of Ages #Music
Here is another traditional hymn played on zither (also called a lap harp or plucked psaltery). “Rock of Ages” was written by Rev. Augustus Toplady in 1763. The lyrics are based on Psalm 94:22, which reads, “But the Lord is my defence; and my God is the rock of my refuge.”
Though the account is unverified, it is said that Toplady was caught in a storm in the gorge of Burrington Combe, located in England’s Mendip Hills. It is believed he found shelter in the cleft of a rock and wrote the lyrics in gratitude for the Rock (the Almighty) that saved him.
I hope you enjoy this arrangement, which has rolled chords most often heard on harp.
Mystical Strings 
You must be logged in to post a comment.