peace – Rivers Renewed

The River Drifting into His Spirit

There was some poetry within his deliverance,

as witnessed by the hawk,

but it was mostly the river

bending

drifting

into his spirit,

beyond the oak trees

and dogwoods,

when wholeness snuck up on him.

Decisions

This is why many religious people voted for the EX-president.

In spite of what the news calls immorality and lying, they voted for him.

They wanted someone on their side, to appoint people that would reflect their views, to turn the tide against secular views of morality.

The problem though is that not everyone believes the way a conservative Christian does. We are a nation of many faiths, ethnic groups and viewpoints. Only 30% of our people wanted this decision.

I recently heard a pastor put it this way: We now have two different views of what Christianity is. One says our views are important, and you need to adhere to them too. The other says I have faith, I’m a Christian, but I don’t have the right to control you’re body. And I shouldn’t.

And if you want to adhere to the view of what our founding fathers thought, think again. Many were deists. I’ll let you look that up. Then of course there was slavery.

Normally the Supreme Court goes through a series of opinions and negotiates an outcome. That didn’t happen this time. Extremists on the court pushed the decision through simply because they had the raw power to do so. What does this remind you of? Democracy? No.

I’m hoping that in the future we as a people will make better decisions reflecting who we are, not who we were a hundred years ago. By this I mean not only in elections, but in the way our government is structured. That we can fix the parts that are broken.

That raw power will be limited, and radicalism will not be allowed to destroy us.

I wish you peace.

Oceans

Oceans have always pulled me

into a silent meditation,

and I am always encouraged

by what I find there.

Early Summer

I hid my heart in the fragrance of early summer

never looking any further,

because I was stunned

by her offering of healing,

I stood

while wholeness in the wind

enfolded me.

Sun Reflections

I love how the sun reflects on the waves,

with the rhythm of covering

smooth rocks glistening

my thoughts travel through blue,

and seagull wings

in their shadows,

I’m meandering, drifting

through the Earth’s motion,

inwardly quiet

and calm.

New Light Lifted

The strength of our healing will never come from our shields,

or our bows launching

instead we will walk in a new light lifted

from the power of our flowers

and from the peace

of our streams,

flowing deep

within our spirits.

Wind in the Leaves

Wind in the leaves brings healing

to my spirit,

yet, with this size wound

will I be able

to recover?

We all go through tough situations, all of us. Sometimes though the wounds become just too much.

I’m there now. My wife is ok, although she’s still getting treatments. I won’t go into details, but I am in need of healing. I’ve always been open and honest, so there it is.

The poet needs healing.

It may be days, or weeks, I don’t know. I may share some previous work until then.

If you ever get a message saying this is a private site it just means the break will be extensive.

I have two sources I go to for internal healing: nature and love. Yes of course there is God and faith but for me that is the love part.

I’m convinced God doesn’t have an AR-15.

And there’s my wife. She’s my best friend in the whole world.

So thank you for understanding, maybe the internal healing will come much sooner than I know. One can hope.

Blessings,

Nico

P.S. If you want to contact me try my email on gmail at nicodemasplusthree.

The Peace of Spring

When the peace of spring flows through me

I usually wait, and listen

in the quiet place,

in that part of me where I’m open

carrying a sense

of wonder

and awe.

Deer in the Forest

As I lift my camera in the forest, a quiet within me begins to surface

and a deer unthreatened looks my way chewing leaves,

I smile as the deer moves closer, I bow my head to her

in a greeting, do deer smile? our time is short lived…

for when I closed my eyes to lift a prayer,

within a second, she was gone.

Deep Rivers

When our rivers run deeper, do we allow

our phrases, locked in secret places,

a place to roam, to meander

giving them permission

to flow?

through us, letting them go?

write from your heart.

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