Corn

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There was always corn,

He created it,

coming up, out of the ground,

growing,

like the first people,

flourishing.

Kernels tucked in green,

food,

for us and the animals,

but now,

after spraying, modifying,

and engineering,

is it still food?

What have we done?

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

She Gave Him a Heartbeat

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He was a piece of stone,

frozen,

waiting for her gentle carving,

a chisel, to set him free,

to give him shape,

some form,

a frame of bones.

It was her perfume,

her nose,

on his, an arm,

skin to show him more,

than jumping, and racing for clouds,

that there was electricity,

from heaven,

it was about a heartbeat,

of giving,

surrendering,

self on the floor, yet reaching,

teaching about colors,

and that people matter.

It was slow at first,

but he came alive,

in her arms,

and he realized,

there was such a thing,

called love.

He is awake now.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Living in the Final Chapter

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In the end of every chapter,

in the walk of every graveyard,

there are always answers,

for the living.

The ghosts said,

“you do not belong here”,

so I took my candle,

and walked,

into the light.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The Reluctant Warrior

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No one ever told him,

he would need the mountains,

the wholeness and healing,

of peace,

the Creator breathing.

No one ever told him,

there would be explosions,

tearing the sky,

battles raging, bloodied swords,

his Queen imploding.

He fights on,

only because he has to,

he would rather live in a tree,

sleep on some rocks,

while the sky is healed, by clean water.

He picks up his sword anyway,

the shield,

armed with words,

and a clean heart,

he fights.

No turning back,

no confession of cowards,

He will live, in the mountains,

because the mountains live,

in him.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Fruit

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When fruit grows in the fields,

it is a sign,

of healing,

of seasons cycling,

freedom,

in the natural,

it is a sign,

that we were created,

that we are loved,

and fed,

that long after, we are gone,

the earth will still renew,

growing life,

in spite of death,

there are always seeds,

to take back time,

new,

eternity growing,

in a watermelon.

 

 

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.”

The Invitation

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In the beginning the two,

wounded souls, became one,

looking for paradise,

finding each other, finding ourselves,

wrapped with each other’s arms,

every hurt dealt with,

every scar vanquished,

every negative energy,

conquered.

Love gave us permission to have,

soothing sleep,

I said yes, and you stopped hiding,

we both grew wings.

We turned,

and saw for the first time,

there was more,

than rocks and stone,

compassion came, and a gentle spirit,

was priceless.

With time, love gave an invitation,

opening, our minds,

to the One who made us.

Only He could make something,

so beautiful,

love opened the door,

to more.

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.”

On This River

By the River

A Prose Poem

It was on this river that once flowed, her parent’s blood. She would never forget the image in her mind, of them running towards the river, screaming and praying, when the rifles rang out. Her parents went face down in the water, while she hid in the bushes. The white’s idea of war, included women and children. The did not fight like men. Even Grandfather died when his heart gave out.

The question was, now what, after 20 years? She didn’t like the white minister, he was always saying things that made people feel bad, but he did say one thing she liked. It was about forgiveness. As she watched the river flowing over the rocks, she was asking herself, could she? Could she no longer be angry and forgive?

She did learn that not all whites were evil, only some. Some were also for peace. She liked the people of the Quaker Tribe, they had love in their hearts. Some of the women even reminded her of her mother. She looked intently at the water. There was something here, something calling her, perhaps the Creator. But she could not, she just could not forgive. She prayed for strength, and decided she would try again tomorrow.

 

 

 

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Scenes of Summer

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I love the smell of the living green,

leaves in the breeze,

the warmth of the early morning sun,

hiking with you,

on the trails, pretending,

we are the only people left,

and the earth is reborn.

Adam and Eve?

a new beginning, in the woods,

the sky watching us,

looking at the veins of a leaf,

you can see the Creator.

Hours of talking, and walking,

sensing the earth,

and where we belong,

then hiding, in the cabin,

when it gets too warm,

eating a bowl of oatmeal,

with a side of fruit salad.

I love summer.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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