Sacred Ground

desert and palm

What makes a place, a holy place?

sometimes soft with peace,

sometimes with thunder?

He always seems to meet with prophets,

in a remote place, a desert,

on the mountain, a rock,

special people?

no like us, just people,

I can understand God living,

in the Rocky Mountains,

but in New York City?

He is everywhere,

but perhaps, He meets with us,

in the remoteness of the earth,

in those special places,

because, it is there that we listen,

we can hear better,

the Lakota knew that,

the prophets heard that,

they heard God,

speaking,

in the calmness,

without distractions,

in the rocks, and in the sand.

desert and rocks

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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Sunrise

sunrise on the lake

I’m not a photographer,

but there is something special,

about the creation waking up,

people coming alive,

I will never forget,

my children being born,

my love coming down the aisle,

the day He made me new,

how He taught me,

to love instead of judge,

respecting others,

rays of light being born,

in me.

I love a sunrise,

may there be many,

many more.

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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Inspiration

sun with rocks and water

Pouring into a poem,

life, all you had,

saying with words,

your heart a painting,

dancing with feathers,

love from her love,

always pouring into,

words,

a page, a post,

creation, trees guiding the way,

a stream, a mountain,

discovering new ways,

the Creator,

attempting,

to understand us,

more than likely,

half filled,

sometimes empty,

how can I be?

praying for more,

and disappointed.

What do I write about?

Pouring into a poem,

life all you had….

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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Tears for Kientepoos

This is some of the most beautiful flute playing I have ever heard. The flute in this video is larger than others I have seen her play, and it has a deep, rich sound. I do hear lamenting in the song, but there is also tremendous peace. It is tangible and real. I also think of nature when I hear this. Sheer beauty! There is alomst no commercial on this either. Have a great week!

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Commentary © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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A Police Officer Reconsiders

9mm

Contemporary Microfiction

Note: Our world is often a violent place, and there is violence in this story as a police officer does what he can to protect people. Please don’t read it, if you think it would disturb you.

“Drop the knife!”, he was yelling at the top of his lungs now. “I said drop the knife!” Officer Chuck Roberts, had his 9mm pointed right at the man, center mass, right at his chest, finger on the trigger. Fifteen rounds could be pumped into the man’s chest in a matter of seconds. “C’mon cop!” “Pull the trigger!” The crazy man was taunting him now. “We need to die…..” “He he, we neeeed to die.” His yellow-white teeth, and the knife, glistened in the street lights. Was that blood on the knife?

The man had to be insane, his eyes were glowing red, as he waved the knife from side to side, pleading with Chuck to pull the trigger, and to put him down. Fortunately Chuck was twenty feet away, and was in no hurry to end the man’s life. The man had stabbed a waiter, just five minutes earlier for no apparent reason. Back up was on the way, but if the man charged him, he would be forced to end the whole thing. As Chuck watched the man he noticed blood on the man’s chest, but it was not from the waiter. He could clearly see stab wounds. The man had stabbed himself!

A cruiser was screaming down 9th street, sirens blasting, another was coming from the west, down Elm Avenue, and 2-3 more could be heard coming from the north. Chuck began to calm down and took his finger off the trigger, but maintained his aim. The man just stood there, smiling and waving the knife. When the cruiser from 9th street pulled up they slammed on the breaks, and pointed the headlights, at the man with the knife, which he then dropped, and he took off running. Chuck and Officer Carol Johnson tackled him two blocks away, and managed to get the cuffs on. Blood was everywhere, fortunately the ambulance was just around the corner. police car night

Two hours later Chuck was still at the station doing the paperwork, when his cell phone rang. “Dad?” “Is Mom alright?” His father never called. “Son, I just heard what happened tonight, were you involved?” “Yes, but I’m alright, sort of.” With that last part he knew he gave it away. He was not alright, and his father would know that for sure.

“Son I don’t want to sound preachy, but remember how you loved Africa.” There it went, the bomb he was dreading. “I know Dad, I know.” “The Peace Corp. could still use you son.” Chuck was silent for a long time. “I’ll think about it”, was all he could say. He knew his father wanted to say more but didn’t, especially after what happened last month.

At about 3:00 am Chuck made it back to his apartment, with a splitting headache. He was glad he had taken leave for the next ten days. He needed the time to think. After taking some aspirin, he hit the hay. He woke up with the same nightmare he had every night. He heard himself yelling, “Drop, the gun!” The man turned to face him with a sawed-off shotgun. Four shots rang out from his own gun, and the man fell. He sat up drenched with sweat, yelling until he woke up.

The shooting last month was ruled as justified. Even the media applauded him, and called him a hero. The same bank robbers had shot and killed a security guard three weeks before. The fact was though, he didn’t want to be a hero, not like that anyway. He had killed a man.

As he went for his morning jog through the park, he realized that the main reason he became an officer, besides wanting to help people, was that he wanted to marry Jenny. His dream of the perfect life had never materialized. She said no thank you, and broke his heart.

Maybe he should consider….. Africa….. He could help people, but in a different way. He could help them with horticulture, which he loved. And….. he loved the people.

warrior

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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My Love

fire in love

This is a Love in Ten Sentences challenge given to me by Erika Kind. I had done one, a couple of months ago, and had a different focus. The word love has to be in each sentence, and there needs to be four words, in each of the ten lines. Some say you should write what you know – so due to the most beautiful woman on the planet (my wife) – here it goes!

Love is a relationship,

our relationship is love,

what an awesome love!

Her love is faithful,

my love is faithful.

Love strengthens us,

love removes our fears,

love increases our faith,

love never grows old.

She love’s my gray!

Since I nominated people last time, I only have two this time to nominate:

Dom at Black and Write

Esther at Hortus Closus

 Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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The Black Bear

black bear on ridge

The American Black Bear is the most numerous species of bear in the world. There are hundreds of thousands of them in the United States, and more in Canada. At one time they ranged throughout North America, and into Central America. Their range now spans heavily forested, sparsely populated areas in North America, which includes, Canada, the East Coast Mountains, the Pacific Northwest, the Rocky Mountains, and some of the Southwest, United States. They are endangered only in Mexico. Their range also includes a small portion of Central America. There are bears not far from where I live!

The American Black Bear is closely related to the Asian Black Bear. Surprisingly, it is not very closely related to the two much larger species of bears in North America, the Polar Bear, and the Brown Bear. I have seen these bears up close, and had a friend that went way too close, when the bear was hunting! Please remember these animals may look cuddly, but they are wild and can be quite dangerous. Never feed a bear!

 

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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