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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Contemporary Microfiction

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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Contemporary Microfiction

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

Maine and More 248

Contemporary Microfiction

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.”

Weeping Fire

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The earth had been grieving for centuries,

it was not just one thing,

that caused the fire,

it was everything,

combined.

Slavery,

of Africans, of children,

oppression,

of the poor, of women,

the extermination,

of culture, of people,

the earth,

was broken hearted,

and grieving,

deeply,

volcanoes sobbed,

and erupted,

with grief, all over the world,

the earth could not hold back,

any longer,

brokenness was felt,

from China,

to Canada,

pieces of earth,

fell,

and the grieving fire spread,

unstoppable anguish,

the earth had lost too many,

of her children,

the fire burned for weeks,

it was not vengeance,

it was weeping,

and some did survive,

by jumping in water,

to start again,

this time without violence.

The earth had been grieving for centuries.

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 Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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The Rain of Sorrow

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Historical Microfiction About First Nations People in the 1700’s

Note: If you are grieving over the loss of a loved one, or have grieved recently, please do not read this. I would never want to cause anyone more pain.

There was the good kind of rain of course, the kind where young couples would snuggle closer, and fall back to sleep. But that’s not what this rain was. This rain was the kind where the clouds hung low, heavy with the weight of it, where the air was thick, and refused to yield. At times the heavens were released, and the rain pounded the village, only adding to the feelings of foreboding, and sadness.

It rained, a cold rain for days. It was too warm to snow now, yet it was still cold enough to be miserable. The people were miserable but not because of the weather. Cricket in the Meadow was sick and it appeared to be her heart. Just like the clouds hanging over them, they felt the weight, the sorrow of it, and at times their grief was released, in great torrents, when no one expected it. Many wept.

It had been two weeks since the birth of Redwing’s baby. There had been two weeks of joy and happiness. There had been singing, and several of the men had brought back fresh food from hunting. Sky now realized her mother had not been giving into the pain, so that the joy of the birth would continue. up into the heavens

After two weeks though, Cricket in the Meadow collapsed. She and Sky had been visiting Bull Elk, and Holds the Fire, and their family, when it happened. Cricket in the Meadow stood up to leave, when she grabbed her chest and fell. They did manage to carry her to her own lodge where she was attended by a number of women and men.

That’s when the weeping started, and the pain, and the grief that seemed to never end. They were losing her, and did not know what to do. Sky, was not surprised but was grieving too. She knew her adopted mother was a tough person, but the two of them had talked a lot for the past two weeks. Her mother had prepared her well. Still, the pain was intense. The clouds rolled in and the rain began.

from wyomingpublicmedia.orgTheir lodge was filled with people during day, unless someone wanted to be with Cricket in the Meadow, to speak with her privately, only for a few minutes. Two Wolves said he wanted to be the keeper of the fire, and with the help of Songbird, they began the difficult task of keeping stacks of wood dry enough to use. They began using lodges that had previously kept winter supplies, in order to dry out some piles of wood.

Four days after she had collapsed, Cricket in the Meadow stopped talking. When that happened, the people gathered quickly to her lodge. Those that could not fit inside the lodge stood outside, using buffalo blankets as protection against the relentless rain. It was love that brought them there, and they wanted to be as close as they could. Several hours later, Cricket in the Meadow stopped breathing, and her spirit soared into the heavens. She was being held at the time by Sky, and by her side was Thunder Speaking, who also considered Cricket in the Meadow, his adopted mother. In fact, who did not consider her their mother? They all did.

The grieving was intense, even though they had been expecting the end. The rain poured, but gradually it lessened. It seemed like never before had the people cried so much at one time. They loved her, with a great love, and they needed to let all of creation know it. rain

It seemed like a long time, but at some point it did stop raining, and Standing on the Mountain moved through the crowd. He briefly mentioned, in a gentle way, that they needed to prepare her for the burial grounds.

During the preparation time, the people made themselves ready, by changing into dry clothes if needed, and by pulling their hearts back together, long enough to function. Two Wolves and some other young men were asked to build a large fire in the middle of the village so that the people could sing some songs later.

They did carry Cricket in the Meadow to the burial grounds. There were no speeches. A few expressed their love, but most remained silent. It was their custom to sing back at the village, and when they returned there, they gathered around the large fire, in a circle.

redwingRedwing’s newborn was fussing, so she took her into their lodge to feed her, as the people began singing. They started with the “Goodbye Song”, which was sad, yet beautiful. As the people continued singing, Redwing was only half listening. She was still filled with the joy and wonder of her little one. A song came to her, and she began singing it, but it was not a mourning song. It was a song about…..spring!

Something urged her – prompted her – to stand up and share the song in her heart. It was a song about new life! She had never felt this way before, but after the feeding, she covered herself, and stepped outside the lodge.

The people were quiet now, and standing around the fire. So she sang softly at first, and then as her confidence grew, her voice got louder. The song went like this:

Spring, spring is coming my people….

my people….

Spring is coming to our hearts….

Spring is coming to the earth….

Spring, spring is coming my people….

my people….

 And that is how it went. She repeated the song twice, and at the end of the song, she knew what they should name their little girl. She held the baby close, and whispered into her ear……your name….. will be “Spring Song”…..
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Blessings to everyone, and PEACE! 

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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The Old Man on the Street Corner

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He hated the homeless. Why should he feel guilty about wearing a suit, and having a good job in the financial market? After all he worked hard for his money. Even when he wasn’t working he was working, at home on the computer, or on the phone. He was always trying to find out which way the market was leaning.

Yet every day there they were, with their signs, saying “Need Food, God bless”. Each one seemed to have a particular corner, like a salesman with a territory. He wondered if they ever fought over which corner to be on.

He noticed one of them in particular, on the corner of Independence and Main Street. He was an old man, and had to be at least 70 years old. What was he doing out here? He was much too old to be out in this weather. He always needed a shave and a bath, and wasn’t there some kind of government program to help the man? Even with these thoughts though, he never gave a dime. He rushed past the old man every day in a hurry, to get to his office around the corner.

On the day after Christmas though he thought he would do the kind thing, and talk to the man. He slowed down his walking pace, and stopped. The old man seemed to be in a daze, and didn’t notice him. He had a walking cane, and instead of holding his sign up, it hung by his side. “Hellooo!” he said sarcastically. The old man looked up slowly, and squarely into eyes.

He found out the man’s name was Gordon. When he asked the old man about his Christmas (which was stupid, and he regretted saying it) the old man said, “Christmas? What Christmas?” Did he know what day it was? This was worse than he thought, and he realized this man needed help! For the first time in his life he was able to pry his wallet from his back pocket, and gave the old man a ten dollar bill. The old man thanked him, but was mumbling something as he walked away. Did he hear him say something about the Viet Cong?

Over the next few days the old man’s mumbling and acting confused got worse. At one point he was yelling the name Beverly. “Beverly!”, with streams of tears rolling down his face, “Beverly!” What should he do for the old man? Should he call someone? Who? The police? That didn’t seem right. The old man dropped to his knees, and sobbed.

He was already late for an appointment, so walked he further down, near the door to his office, but he could not do it. He just didn’t care about the office right now. He turned to watch the man from a distance, still weeping, and calling the name Beverly.

Suddenly the old man stood up with terror in his eyes, leaning over his walking cane, and started yelling, “Enemy fire!” “Enemy fire, get down everyone!” “Help us God!” “Get down!” He was yelling at the top of his lungs now, “Enemy fiiiiire!”

He could stand it no longer and reached for his phone. He dialed 911 with tears in his own eyes.

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The conclusion to the Old Man on the Corner next time!

Writing © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree