The Light of May

white and purple iris

The light of May is softer,

than the oppression of summer,

the blistering, burning heat.

In May, the light soothes the soul,

relieving us from the harsh,

condemning cold, and renews us,

with warm energy infusing.

The iris will flourish in May,

and the carnation, the beauty,

of a rose, life giving.

In May, our love is new again,

and never ending.

I will always love,

the wonderful light of May.

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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Memories

soldier

A dresser with lace,

holding the photograph in a frame,

means more to her now,

more than last year, or the year before,

she does not want to forget,

his face.

He was so young then,

what would he look like now,

if he had survived?

Would he be married with children?

She would weep a little bit more today,

when she heard the music,

saw the flag,

echoes of gunfire in her mind,

Vietnam.

She didn’t care about the politics,

as she wept,

she just wanted,

her son back.

 

 Note: Please pray for all those that have died in war, and their families.

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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Eternal Hearts

space 3

When they find our bones,

one million years from now,

will they see our love etched?

Will they be able to measure our heart cries,

with scientific instruments?

our echoes in the stars.

They say there is no marriage in heaven,

but I wonder if He would reconsider,

make an exception, for these two souls,

temporary bones, but eternal hearts.

I’m not ready for false teeth,

and we still have the spark,

but whenever we do meet in heaven,

may our spirits join hands,

as we bow, in the light,

before our Creator.

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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The Picnic

picnic

We were young in August,

before the fall,

there was no winter,

under the shade.

The leaves were plump,

dressed in green,

living moisture, hiding the sun.

Smiling as we set up our blanket,

grapes my dear?

basket full, and waiting,

waiting for each other,

for bread,

we looked at the water,

and dreamed of boats,

of being carried away,

with the wind tussling,

our hair,

being pulled this way and that,

over the waves,

until the shore,

then resting, in the sun.

We were filled,

four arms for hugging,

no longer hiding,

and positive,

it would always be this way,

until there was no moon.

moon at night

 Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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Thoughts about Anger

rain quote

Rumi is right of course. Have you ever had a debate with someone, maybe even a family member, and you started getting angry in the middle of it? Your voice started going up, and before you knew it you were yelling. How did the conversation go after that? Was it productive? We all get angry, we’re human. Sometimes we can’t help it and we know the other person is wrong!

I think what Rumi is saying here is that the gentle response will always be the best response. Not much will be accomplished by our loud noises. In a debate or argument, the other person will tend to tune us out, if all we are doing is yelling. We can get our point across in a much more effective way, if we speak with calm authority.

I don’t think Rumi was addressing fighting against social injustice, but even then, this principle can be applied. A collective voice of people can do a lot more good than rioting and looting. I’m thinking here of the peaceful protests, like during the days of Dr. Martin Luther King. We need to fight against wrongs done to people, but in a peaceful way.

Many of us enjoy, the wonder and beauty of a gentle rain. We even write poems about it. But very few, if any of us, enjoy hearing the thunder. Where is the beauty in anger?

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Commentary © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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Dreamwalker VIII – Linda’s Mom

  starbucks

Contemporary Microfiction

He picked up Linda a block from her parent’s house, to avoid another confrontation. Linda opened the car door, and before she got in said, “Mama wants to talk to you….”. He said, “No way!” She hesitated but got in. “She only wants to apologize”, Linda tried to explain, but he was too hurt to even think about it, so she dropped the subject. They drove off, towards the highway. Gloria and Juan Sanchez looked at each other, as they watched the Mustang drive away, and then make a right. Juan put his arm around his wife, as tears streamed down her face. “I just wanted to apologize….” was all she could say before breaking down into sobs.

It wasn’t long until Linda’s phone rang. “Hello?” “Si, I’ll tell him…James it’s my father”. “He wants to talk to you”. He pulled over. There was something in Linda’s voice, something in the expression on her face, that told him he needed to take this call. “This is James…” “Diego…” Her father always called him Diego, “I wonder if you would give us another chance…..Gloria would like to meet with you at Starbucks.” “She wants to apologize but she also wants to explain….” “Would you give her that chance?”

What could he say? Thirty minutes later he was sitting down in Starbucks with Linda’s Mom, while Linda waited outside. It looked like Linda was praying. Gloria started the conversation with, “I’m sorry James, I have this terrible habit of being too harsh, of being critical of other people” “I know it, and I’m trying to change that…..again I’m sorry….” This took him off guard and already he was glad he had decided to turn the car around.

“As you know I am Navaho, but I didn’t have any parents growing up….they were killed in a car accident” “They were killed by a white man….drunk…” Her voice trailed off. She told James how she began to believe in God before she ever went to a church, because there was too much pain, to deal with by herself. It was the Church that reached out to her, taught her about forgiveness and compassion. “I love my people, but the Church won my heart when I was very young” “I was 8 years old..…”

A light was coming on for James now. The more Gloria opened up, the more he understood. It took courage for her to talk like this. He might not agree with everything she believed, but this woman was a fighter. He admired her, and he knew for sure that Linda had some of this fight within her. He looked out the window, and saw Linda pacing back and forth, on the driver’s side of the Mustang. Yep, he knew without a shadow of a doubt…… Linda was the right woman for him…..

mustang

 

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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The Song of Hope

green hills

When I look out, over the mountains,

I can see the help coming,

and the wind singing, tells me,

is there any place He cannot reach?

is there any place He did not make?

Hope is everywhere,

still I doubt, can I trust that much?

The heart begins to listen, to the leaves,

singing praises,

and that He does care.

I remember the ancient saying,

and I lift up my eyes,

hoping and praying that He will hear,

my heart beating.

Then I realize,

all I ever needed,

was a song.

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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My Brothers and Sisters

ranch with hills

North Dakota doesn’t have a city,

a ranch instead blinded,

by country dreams of paradise.

I love nature, and the peace,

of a gentle breeze on the meadow,

but I heard someone screaming,

on 2nd avenue,

I think it was Chicago, waking me up,

a broken heart was crying again,

on 1st street, was she ok?

and The Clash were praying loudly,

at the cathedral.

Next door the museum had jazz,

holding up artwork,

with hooks and bobbie-pins,

budget cuts. Almost empty.

Elvis was on Maple Street,

stuck in time,

wild eyes darting, looking,

for the next bus out of town,

bumming a cigarette.

I heard the street preacher,

with his white pit bull discerning,

on East and Main, who needed salvation,

was he crazy?

I started packing sandwiches,

no agenda,

I just needed to get down to the city,

to be with the human beings,

to be, with my brothers and sisters.

 city

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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Morning Glories

blue morning glories

Is it any wonder,

why we fall in love again,

when it rains?

Do you hear it?

raindrops gently caressing,

the blue tucked into the green.

If we look out our window,

we can see them wrapped,

hugging,

the mailbox, climbing, reaching,

calling out to the sun.

Let’s sit out on the porch,

so we can smell the rain,

and listen to the morning light,

whispering to us.

Good morning,

I love you.

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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The Battle is Already Won

sword and shield

He put down his sword,

not wanting to offend,

in the dark.

The dragon laughed,

and called him stupid,

unseen except for the eyes,

breathing fire.

The man said a quick prayer,

and looked up,

then down, the deepest,

darkest tunnel.

A light came on,

and he could see more now,light bulb

not just the eyes of the dragon,

the man could see right through the beast,

that there was no dragon, really,

only an image, like a ghost,

the dragon was a lie,

he picked up his sword,

carefully placed it back, in the sheath,

and looking at his shield,

he smiled at the dragon,

another roar of fire was the dragon’s response,

the man prayed another quick prayer,

and the dragon grew small,

and smaller still,

a door opened in the tunnel, with a light.

Now it was the man’s turn to laugh,

and as he left, the man said,

to the miniature dragon ghost,

“You have no power here”.

The man simply walked out the door,

and into the light.

 door with light

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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