As I Went Walking

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As I went walking in the woods, the light was streaming

through the trees, I felt a prayer rising…

“Help me not to grieve, for our nation –

and have mercy, on all of us.”

     

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Walking Through This

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My Love, as we stand with our noses and foreheads touching,

eyes closed, let me hold you again, we can join hands

and pray, that we will have the strength

and the compassion to keep going

our arms supporting one another.

We can walk through this

but only together.

     

  And we hope the mourning will be over soon. Let us all join hands and hearts.

          

Note: This is about mourning nationally, and internationally, but can apply to any sense of mourning.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

A Note to Muslims

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I do not hate you, but as our nation grieves once again,

burning with anger against the black banner

you need to grieve with us

joining our humanity

with indignation

against the assault

against insanity.

      

You must put out this fire,

burning in your neighbor

with the holy water

of peace.

     

This is not a debate about religion. I’m simply expressing feelings many of us are facing.

              

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The Escape VI – The Argument

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As Robert pulled up, next to the Escape, he could hear their words plainly. “You don’t own me Chuck!” Belinda was yelling as loud as she could. “If I want to stay out all night – that’s – my – busi-ness!” Now she was not only yelling, she was seething with anger. Robert threw a rope around the Escape to anchor the inflatable, and reached for the ladder, but missed. A small wave toppled him off balance, slamming his head into an aluminum rung of the ladder. “Ouch!” Man, did that hurt.

Holding his forehead, Robert fell back into the inflatable. There was a knot there already. “Are you crazy?” It was Chuck chiming in now, yelling, “Here we are in a foreign country, and you’re out, with heaven knows who, doing heaven knows what, all night long???” “You’re insane!”. Robert reached for the ladder again, and held it tight. Climbing on board, he heard a crash, something broke, (he couldn’t tell what) he guessed Belinda had thrown something, and then she was yelling at Chuck again to stay out of her life.

“Hey, what’s going on here!”, was all that Robert could manage, holding his head. They both stopped arguing long enough to look at Robert. Then turned to each other, and Chuck started yelling, “You dumb…” But Robert cut him off, with “Stop!”. Turning to the shoreline he saw the argument had drawn a huge crowd onshore. “Knock it off – both of you!” “Chuck – Belinda is right you don’t own her, and you’ve no right to give her a hard time.” Chuck stood there gaping, not believing that Robert was taking her side on the issue.

Chuck marched off the deck, and went down the ladder to the inflatable. As he started the engine, Robert asked him where he was going. “Somewhere besides here!” Was all he would say, as he took off, further down the cove. “Let him go, he’ll be back”, he heard Belinda say behind him. Then she vomited over the other side of the Escape.

She was obviously sick with a hangover. “Why don’t you get some sleep?” he suggested. Instead of heading below deck, she held her head and walked to the back of the yacht, underneath the canopy, and laid down, saying she needed air. Robert did get her a wet towel and went underneath the canopy, where she was laying. He sat next to her and placed the wet towel on her forehead. He never really noticed her before, but now, in her pajamas, she seemed incredibly beautiful.

“Thank you Robert”, was all she said, as she attempted a smile. He got up to leave, but she grabbed his arm, and said, “No wait”. He waited for her to say more. With her eyes closed she began to explain that she didn’t do anything last night. “Belinda – you don’t have to…” She cut him off, and explained that she did have too much to drink, but then she went for a walk on the beach, and fell asleep looking at the stars. “And that was all….” She felt it was important that he know this.

He smiled, and when he did leave, she wanted to say a whole lot more. She wanted to say, “If there’s anyone on this yacht I would like to spend time with, looking at the stars, it’s you…. Robert”. She didn’t say it though. It was too soon. He was still grieving, and he wouldn’t be able to handle, how she felt about him.

To be continued.

 

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Blessings to everyone and peace!

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

The Escape V – Solitude

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He stood up, pushed aside the grief, and started walking. Was it wrong not to grieve? The wet sand beneath his feet seemed to wake him up. He did not want to stop loving her, but it was time to start again. He walked with determination, realizing he needed this beach today. He was pressing in, and pressing on.

He walked for hours, or what seemed like hours, and headed to the point of where the cove met the ocean. He did realize two things on the way there. First he needed help, outside of himself. This was simply too big to meet on his own. He was never a praying man, so he simply said, “God you know what I’m facing, and have faced…..so please help.” That was it, and he said it out loud.

Just after that, he stopped dead in his tracks. The thought came to him as he looked up at the sky, that he felt guilty. The weight of it came crashing in on him. He was alive and she wasn’t, but there was more. He started walking again, until he reached a large group of rocks at the entrance to the cove. He loved the ocean. There was a definite presence there as he watched the horizon, and then the waves.

What could he have done differently? Was there something he could have said, or should have said? Somehow he was blaming himself. He sat down on the rocks with his face in his hands. With his eyes closed, he saw Rachel’s face, and she was smiling at him with a look of tremendous peace. She did not say anything, and then she was gone. He looked up, but she was not there, only the rocks, and the waves.

He was still. The weight began to lift, and he thought maybe Rachel was trying to tell him something. Maybe she was saying that she was alright, and that he would be alright. The longer he sat there, the more he felt something inside. Was it hope? Faith? Confidence? He wasn’t sure, but whatever it was, it brought peace.

As he made his way back to the boat, he looked at his watch and found that he had been gone for three hours. As he got closer to the inflatable, he heard yelling, like…..arguing. Sound traveled far across calm water, and he began recognizing the voices…..it was Chuck, and Belinda!

He began running, found the boat, pushed it into the water, and cranked the motor, all within a few seconds. Yep, there was no doubt about it now, Chuck really liked Belinda…….a lot!

 

To be continued.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Blessings to everyone, and peace!

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

The Escape IV – The Cove

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It was the sheer beauty of the place. Everywhere he looked he thought of Rachel, wishing she could see, what he was seeing. He loved the Caribbean, and the Bahamas were no exception. She would have loved it here.

For Jonathan and Elaine, this was a retreat. They didn’t come to the Bahamas for the casinos and nightclubs, they wanted peace and quiet. Yet, if any of them wanted the nightlife, there was plenty of it not far away. Belinda let down the anchor once the Escape had reached a quiet cove. They hopped in the inflatable and went onshore.

After going through customs, they rented some scooters. Chuck and Robert headed one way and Jonathan, Elaine, and Belinda went another. As they road through the town, Chuck was having a great time, laughing and smiling, talking about the women they passed, “She’s gorgeous! Did you see her?” Robert only managed an occasional smile.

He also imagined Rachel on the back of his scooter, seeing it all with him. But the grief was starting again, even if he did love the place. He almost wrecked the scooter once, going straight where there was no road, instead of leaning into the curve. “Dude, what is wrong with you?” Chuck began chiding him, but once he looked at Robert’s face he knew what the deal was. “Man, I’m sorry, but you’ve got to go on living”, was all he could say.

That night it was only Chuck and Robert on board the Escape sleeping. Jonathan and Elaine had gone to a resort for some “privacy”, and Belinda decided to check out the nightclubs. Chuck was worried sick about her, but they both knew she was old enough to take care of herself. Did Chuck like her? He wasn’t sure.

It was 5:30 am when Belinda came back on board, stumbling, making a lot of noise. She had taken a water taxi. Chuck was enraged at being woken up. By 6:00, Robert was up for good, and decided he needed the solitude of a beach. He left a note for Belinda and Chuck, and took the inflatable.

As he steered towards the beach, he thought of Jonathan and Elaine, and the pain and suffering they had been through. Occasionally he thought he saw something like grief in their eyes. How do you make love to a woman with no chest? Did they cry, trying to make love? It was too much to think about.

Tears. He was tired of tears. Once he was on the beach, he pulled the boat on shore, and looked at his watch. “Oh God!”, he said out loud, as he sank to his knees. Tomorrow, was his 6th wedding anniversary…….he was determined though, to stop the pain…….and the grieving. He needed to live again.

 

To be continued.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Blessings to everyone, and peace!

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

Sing Dear Ones

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“All men were made by the Great Spirit Chief. They are all brothers.”

Thunder Coming Down from the Mountains (Chief Joseph)

Sing dear ones, sing,

sing of your sorrow and pain,

sing of your people,

your children,

sing of the land erased,

and the buffalo gone,

sing so we can hear you,

not so we can wail,

and cry stone tears,

but so we can remember you,

ask your forgiveness,

and embrace your beauty.

Sing dear ones, sing,

I want to remember.

 

 

 

Note: This quote is part of the 3 Day Quote Challenge given to me by three different people recently. The poem is an add on, and is mine.

A big thank you for the nomination to:

Bella from Arts and Rymes

Lisa from Underground Energy

Erika Kind

Since alot of people having been trying this lately I will wait on nominating someone else.

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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Blessings to everyone, and peace!

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