Searching

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We can search for the peace,

of within, the depths of our souls,

feel the winds of our spirits,

washing away the dust,

preparing our hearts,

for the light.

But in the meantime a child searches,

for food, the refugee searches,

for a home, the crushed spirit searches,

for healing, never knowing,

a protector, an angel with a shield.

God help us to be aware, awake,

not just looking at ourselves,

and our own needs,

but also the needs,

of the hurting.

          

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Cold Air

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Cold air, blowing on my forehead,

sweating,

telling my lungs to live,

taking in the brisk,

the crispness,

underneath a cotton sweatshirt.

Jeans marching,

buffeting the leaves,

over tennis shoes hopeful,

gliding over the mountain trail.

Spirit soaring,

pausing to dwell,

with the eagles,

grateful to be alive,

with the owls sleeping,

in the daylight sun,

the autumn,

seeing with sharp eyes,

the yellow and orange,

living again.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Women in History

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A Prose Poem

It wasn’t all that glamorous. They were hidden away, never choosing, never voting, but always hoping the policies would change. That men would understand the well. Sickness, instead of the romance, we dream about. It was not about the long dresses, eyelashes, and fanning themselves. It was harsh, the life of a servant.

There was a darkness in our history, but thank God for the light. Freedom was born slowly, a painful labor. Some conservatives lament losing the past, shame on them. Let it die, so we can all live. And so that the women in history, will stop turning over, in their graves.

       

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

A Quote from Helen Keller

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No pessimist ever discovered the secret of the stars, or sailed to an unchartered land, or opened a new doorway for the human spirit.

Helen Keller

Helen Keller is truly one of the greatest heroes of human history. Her courage of overcoming such incredible limitations, of not being able to hear, or speak, is nothing short of inspirational. She had to learn how to communicate, from a very young age, and yet she became a prolific author, and world famous speaker. She was an advocate for people with disabilities, for working people, and for women’s rights.

In this quote we can see so much of her courageous, and positive spirit. Keller’s view was that people are limited by being negative. You cannot accomplish something, unless you believe that you can. In her view, being an optimist is what enables us, or gives us the strength and power, to discover the mysteries of the heavens, the uncharted seas, and most of all the opening of opportunities for the human spirit.

Her words here, are meant to provoke us to think about how we approach life, and our attitude. She is also showing us how unlimited we can be, and that we too can accomplish great things! Let us think of her as an example, of overcoming our own obstacles.

I wish you peace!

     

Commentary and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

A Quote by Emily Dickinson

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“Hope is the thing with feathers

that perches in the soul

and sings the tune without the words

and never stops at all.”

Emily Dickinson

      

What a wonderful poet she was! She was American born, and had a way of looking inward, at the heart, and the soul. When she did look inward she often found gold, and shared that great beauty with us.

To be honest this is probably the most beautiful way to describe hope, that I have ever heard. Hope within us has wings, which means it is alive. The illustration here is that it is like a bird, living and dwelling, even if it is on a temporary perch. I am stunned with the line, “sings the tune without words”. In other words we don’t know, or understand how deep this wonderful hope goes. It is so deep, one cannot describe it, it is beyond words.

And it is ongoing. It never ends, because it is alive within the person, and perhaps beyond. I find these words so beautiful, and fulfilling, I wonder if I should write anything about them at all. But I wanted to share their great beauty with you.

I wish you peace.

   

Commentary and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

A Quote by Robert Frost on Greatness

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There never was any heart truly great and generous, that was not also tender and compassionate.

Robert Frost

  I love the poetry of Robert Frost, and this quote gives us yet another look, into the heart and thinking of the poet. There have been many great people of history, but all too often, the people that were called great, were people of war, or that loved war. I love this quote, because I think Frost was saying true greatness is connected to generosity, and that this greatness and generosity, come from, or come out of, a heart of tenderness and compassion.

And let’s not forget that there is a huge difference between weakness and compassion. In fact, a person that is compassionate is incredibly strong. There is nothing more powerful on earth, than love. It takes great strength to forgive someone that hates you. To have tenderness, and compassion for that same person, takes amazing strength, and is one of the most important battles you will ever face.

Never let hatred rule over you. Break the throne of hatred, by responding in the opposite way, with tenderness, and compassion. That is what true greatness is all about.

Peace.

    

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The Last People on Earth XV – Letting Go

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He was going to get a gun today, and that was final. He didn’t say anything to Miriam about it, and he would hide it from her if he had to. Maybe he could leave it in the truck. As they sat at the kitchen table that morning, eating cold cereal, he was angry, and she could tell.

He had never served them cold cereal for breakfast before, only as a snack, and he wasn’t talking. He always said how important a good breakfast was. She could see the problem on his face, and she knew what it was. “Jeremiah…….please promise me, you won’t get a gun today……” His eyes grew big. How did she know? “I can’t do that Miriam, I just can’t.” With that he slid back his chair, stood up and headed for the door, grabbing the keys to their mangled truck. With his hand on the door knob he said, “The drones are costing me my sanity, so I can’t make that promise”. Tears welled up in her eyes. He opened the door and said, “I’ll be at the neighbor’s house across the way…..” With that he opened the door, and she cried out, “Jeremiah please….”

He walked out regretting every minute of it, and everything he just said. But as he got into the mangled truck, he convinced himself he was doing the right thing. So he drove, down the lane, and through the two sets of gates, and to the neighbor’s house about a mile away. “I have to protect my family”, he said.

As soon as he walked into the neighbor’s house, he saw what he needed over the stone fireplace. He took down the 12 gauge, pump action, shotgun. He racked the chamber a few times, loving the sound. “No drone can survive this!”, he said out loud. In the den he found a whole glass enclosed, case of shotguns, and two rifles. Most farmers had been hunters, he thought to himself.

When he checked the drawers of the desk, he found the most beautiful gun he had ever seen. Tucked away in a beautifully carved leather case, with “Colt” written on it, was a collector’s edition, Colt .45 caliber revolver. And it had a pearl handle! It was stunning. He found some ammo and loaded it. Spinning the chamber, he then closed it. Next he looked around the house for bottles and cans. He could go target practicing!

It wasn’t until he was outside, ready to shoot, that he remembered Miriam. A stab of pain shot him in the heart, realizing how badly he had sounded earlier. He didn’t realize it but she had been crying the entire time, since he had left. He would never do anything to hurt her, not intentionally, and he knew she would hear the shooting. She would be horrified, and she might even lose the baby!

It was also a Friday, which meant Miriam would be lighting the Sabbath candles in a few hours, and singing the prayers. He certainly didn’t want to mess that up. He loved her singing, and he had no intentions of being a hypocrite by being angry during their beautiful time together. He loved the Amharic and the Hebrew.

He opened the chamber of the revolver, and dumped the ammo into his palm. He looked up at the sky and said, “Ok this one is in Your hands!” “Help me to trust”. As he walked back to the house he said out loud, “Maybe that’s what peace is all about…..….having the power but refusing to use it…..…” It was time to get back home, (without any guns) and apologize to his beautiful wife.

    

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The 1980’s

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A Prose Poem

She never wanted to get married, never wanted to be committed. Not a wild life, but choosing to live, wanting to be safe. A church sometimes. The nightmare of her childhood, was gone now, but still lingering in the shadows. Me, I never knew love, until the Chinese food, and talking in the parking lot. I was seeking solutions outside. Not quite a monastery, but the meditation of loneliness. Carrying wounds from my parents. Where is the love?

We were two hearts, running into each other, bleeding on each other, but that was ok.

We paid for our own wedding, our fathers were invisible, mine didn’t want my hands in her Afro. She was still running from pain when she came down the aisle, but I had my arms ready. We were both safe. The most beautiful moments in our lives, two lost souls exchanging rings. Candles were burning in our hearts now. Later, fireworks, and healing from the heat. I wanted her body and soul.

There was a God. There had to be, with this kind of love. Burning, we were converted. And now, some wounds here and there, but smaller, and nothing we can’t handle. Rocks thrown at us, but we are still alive. And still talking in the parking lot, eating Chinese food. Looking into the face, of healing.

Peace.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The Last People on Earth XIV – The Farm

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It was dark and raining, as they drove the last few miles.  There were no lights anywhere, and for the last 30 minutes of their journey they drove slowly, peering through the darkness, looking at mailboxes. Their left front headlight was lit, but dangling, shining on the gravel road. Suddenly, Miriam saw the right mailbox, and pointed saying, “That’s the one!”. They pulled up to the gate. They were nervous about what they would find, but overjoyed they had somehow made it.

After getting out, opening two different gates, then driving some more, they saw the shadows of the barn, and out buildings. They were both silently hoping there would be no drones to deal with tonight. Jeremiah still thought he needed a gun, but said nothing. He said, “We should sleep in the truck tonight, instead of stumbling around in the dark, and maybe finding raccoons in the house.” Miriam quickly agreed, and shook her head yes. She had forgotten how dark it could get in the country. Besides, they could also see a fog rolling in from the west, so looking around the property was out of the question.

A few minutes later they were trying to get comfy with some blankets. Jeremiah was on the front seat, and Miriam was in the back (it was a four door pickup).  They were both restless, Jeremiah twisted and turned, and was giving up hope of any sleep, when Miriam sat up and said in a whisper, “Jeremiah I can’t sleep, maybe you should come back here.” He raised his eyebrows, and wondered. Was that an invitation to sleep……or? When he opened the back door to get in, he paused and said, “Miriam I don’t think this is going to work”. She was simply too tall.

She waved him in, so he thought he would give it a try. “Remember my shoulder is sore….”, he said. “Ok turn this way” she said. He said, “Ouch! Lift up your arm…….now turn”. “No turn this way……now lift your legs”, he continued. Somehow Miriam’s long legs wound up, over the front seat, with her head resting on his chest. She was asleep almost immediately, breathing with her mouth open. He had his good arm around her as he listened to her breathing, and the rain now pouring on the roof. It was a good way to fall asleep, he thought, and he was out like a light.

When they got out of the truck in the morning, they were stunned, with how beautiful the place was. Someone had been taking good care of the farm. There were no animals, but there was still the smell of cow manure lingering. Miriam didn’t mind, in fact, it reminded her of her village in Africa, especially during the spring cattle drives.

“We need to do lots of planning Jeremiah, to get ready for planting next year”, she said, as they walked to the house. He was already seeing a great building to set up the lab in, and pointed to a large garage, “Look the laboratory……” They spent the day getting the house in order, and unloading.

They left the window open, in the master bedroom that night, to breathe in the cool, country air. It was Jeremiah that heard it first, the familiar hum of a drone, hovering just outside their window. Lights were flickering. “Miriam wake up — drone!”, he whispered.

Miriam did wake up, heard the noise and saw the lights, but she was more concerned about Jeremiah. As he lay on his back, she moved over, and placed her long upper body over his. She whispered, “Shhh!” Peering into his eyes, she said, “Let’s not think of drones and guns Jeremiah……” She placed a single finger on his lips, and shook her head no. “Let’s think about us…….. instead……..” Then it was her lips that found his, and they tangled in a beautiful warfare…….

    

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Get Back Up Again

     

Do you ever get discouraged? I do. I think we all do. Regardless of what we face in life, such as broken relationships, financial loss, and even blog stats taking a severe downturn 😦  we can not only live through it, we can keep going. Fortunately I married the most beautiful woman on the planet (inside and out) and she encourages me to keep fighting. 

I love the fact that there is always something that motivates us on the inside, to get back up. Some use positive thinking, some have faith, but we all have something in us that tells us not to quit. And if someday I don’t have a blog, I will still keep going. And I will have a lot more free time! But to be honest, I blog because I love to write. Thanks for reading!

Here is a song, be careful with your ears!

      

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video from youtube, music from tobymac

   

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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