The Beauty of a Sunday

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A Prose Poem

The problem with getting older, is that you’ve heard every sermon, or you think you have.

I didn’t learn faith in a church, the woods taught me, when I was young, showed me there was something greater. I saw the church filled with people, but their hearts were not still.

Later, the wooden benches were hard, difficult sermons, long sermons, with harsh words. Railing against the Pope, or President Obama. I was confused, and my heart grew sick.

Healing for me came, in the stained glass, the space. Certainly in the peace, and in the beauty of faith. Now the sermons are shorter, and the words are decorated with love. His presence. What can we give to others?

All of this reminding me of the creation, the woods, the rivers, the mountains, and the beauty of life.

My heart is full now, and contented.

And in the late afternoon, Sundays were made, for napping.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Cars

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I like cars especially,

the old ones,

but I know a man,

that spent $800 a month,

for his car payment, and $200

a month, for gasoline,

not including,

his insurance,

and maintenance costs.

Do you realize how many children,

that would feed?

Have we lost our minds?

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Found

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A lost soul can be found,

in the darkness, the dampness,

the nurturing womb,

of the deep woods,

in the high country.

Mother earth protecting the lonely,

giving her child,

streams to nourish,

strength, and comfort,

with soft words,

to the broken,

seeking refuge,

from harsh motors,

driven, by lunatics,

and politicians.

They say nothing is perfect,

but that’s only partially true,

the woods taught, long ago,

the first people,

right from wrong,

and if they ever got lost,

they knew how to be,

found.

 

 

 

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Stillness

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When the river is quiet,

there’s a stillness in my spirit,

an assurance of calm,

that builds me,

lifting me, higher,

that says to me,

you know the way,

just walk,

clocks,

don’t matter here,

choose,

the path, you’ve been given.

Turtles, on the bottom,

stirring mud,

don’t fly very high,

watch the fish hawk instead,

and copy,

his courage.

Go deep,

and be filled,

never expecting darkness,

plow for the stillness,

when the river is quiet.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Moonlight

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Why do our problems seem so small,

when we walk in the moonlight?

Is it the sun reflecting?

or the wings on our hearts?

Is it our two hands,

joined together?

Or the embrace,

as I lean over to kiss,

your cheek.

Yes, and there is so much more,

that strengthens us.

I love walking with you,

I wish every night,

were a moonlight night.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Blue and Green

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My favorite colors are blue,

and green, the sea can be green,

the sky and ocean,

different shades of blue,

always reminding me,

of who I am, and where,

I belong.

A green meadow,

covered by the blue,

in the shadow of the mountains,

will always be my favorite place,

will always remind me,

of You,

and where I belong,

here on earth,

living in the green,

covered by the blue.

 

 

 

 

Peace and blessings to everyone.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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

In the Valley

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Shadows of giants, used to dwell here,

in the valley,

holding back the light,

ready, with long spears,

daggers,

dipped, with poison,

rejoicing in the gray, lurking.

But I told them,

this is my valley,

not yours, get out,

my soul will prosper.

I do not live in the mountains,

but the mountains live in me,

and I will be strengthened,

by the One,

who created me.

 

 

 

 

Peace to everyone.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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

The Waterfall

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Where is my waterfall?

my soul made of sand,

searches,

with cactus bleeding.

Is there no relief?

no refreshing for me?

are You hiding,

behind the veil?

Your light is barely seen,

in the early morning, summer fog.

Do You hear me when I call out?

Then He said,

My son,

You have always had a waterfall,

you just didn’t believe it,

stretch out your hands,

and be refreshed.

Be at peace now.

Peace to everyone.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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

The Red

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I will never forget,

the red bursting,

calling me,

 to live with her,

to look deep inside,

and to forsake all others,

including the yellow,

to know,

there really is a peace,

from above,

a love,

that lasts forever,

that colors live,

in the universe.

I will always be grateful,

for the red.

 

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Blessings to everyone, and peace!

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

Loving

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Is there any more reason to love,

other than, the sheer beauty of it?

Sometimes it is a season,

fading, the sun grows cold,

but winters can be brief,

if we seek the internal,

knowing the questions,

instead of the answers.

The dark sea cannot overcome,

forgiveness,

love is the earth,

waiting for us to grow,

nurturing,

launching us into the sky,

reaching for the sun,

and the rain.

Flowers are simply a reflection of,

the greatest beauty,

the beauty of love.

 

 

 

 

Blessings to everyone, and peace!

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

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree