When We Leave the Stream


There are times, where we learn and grow, leaving the stream gradually,

our soul longing for the solid earth, the strength of certainty,

the dirt feels right, between our toes.


Still, we want the risk,

the excitement of the waves,

the freedom of the horizon, the unknown,

as an eagle dwells deep within us,

reminding us of past victories.


Growth of new wings, our spirits climbing high,

never looking back, as we look forward

into the rising sun,

realizing finally

we really do have the courage,

and we can make it after all.


Based on an earlier work called Leaving the Stream

Originally posted October 2015 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

Wings III

Wings III

In spite of everything,

I am still flying,

up high,

war wounds, and scars,

cannot bleed anymore,

wings open to the wind,



above my problems,

is it my ability?

No it is the wind,

lifting me up,

under my wings,

His strength,


beyond all my power,

taking me places,

I never would have dreamed of,

strength to go above the storm,

yet gentle,

to coast on the breeze,

a clear day,

or cloudy,


on His love.

Check out this video – you will not be disappointed! Just amazing – watch the second bird too – flying through trees! Awesome!

By the way this is called Wings III because sometime ago I posted Wings and Wings II. They are still on the blog from January.

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

video from youtube

image from google


River 1

Let’s go back to the mountains,

even if it’s for a short time,

I need to have my mind and soul restored,

we can hold hands,

and have the sun warm our faces,

maybe we could sprout some wings,

and go far, far beyond,

the problems of this world.

But hold on to me,

once I’m soaring again,

I may not want to come back down,

you and I

wing to wing,


 Osprey Portrait

Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree

Birds of Prey


I once saw a Bald Eagle swoop down about 20 feet ahead of my car, coming in from the right, capturing whatever was in the road, and flying up towards the left. It was over in a matter of seconds. Majestic is one word I thought of to describe this bird. He/she was also huge. I had no idea how big they were.

The Peregrine Falcon is the fastest bird on the planet. The American Kestrel is the smallest bird of prey in our country. If I remember right they are smaller than the blue jay. All of them can see for miles, and whether they look fierce or not so much, they are all beautiful. Here are a few examples.


Bald Eagle
Bald Eagle








Red Tailed Hawk
Red Tailed Hawk


Peregrine Falcon
Peregrine Falcon


American Kestrel
American Kestrel


Omate Hawk Eagle
Omate Hawk Eagle




Golden Eagle
Golden Eagle