In Memory of Natalie


My friend, I know you are dwelling in the light of 1 million suns now, walking with the Savior, talking, having those conversations you always dreamed about,

but I took some pictures the other day, and thought of you as I looked through the lens. I hope you enjoy them.

And I thought of how you have encouraged us so many times when we were down, with your words of light and life, and your beautiful photographs.

Thank you my friend. We miss you….I miss you. Pray for us, those still remaining…..

And Lord God, thank You for our friend….Natalie.


In Memory of Natalie Scarberry, a blogging friend, and source of incredible encouragement.


Poetry and All Images © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Henry Vu – Reluctant Angel III


As Henry stood in the room, now alone with Pedro he felt unworthy. He knew his instructions, but could he do it? Could he be filled with that much light?

Why did some people live and others die? Then he heard Gabriel’s voice in his ear, “You can do this!” Praying silently, and still invisible, Henry reached his hand in through the portal of glass, taking Pedro’s hand in his.

As he did, Rev. Jackson was in the hospital lobby, and then in the elevator going up. Henry felt a sudden sense of light flow into him. The light became brighter, and then brighter, and Henry could no longer keep his identity hidden – he was clearly visible now, along with the light of ten thousand suns.

No one saw him but Henry was now in his natural white robe, and his immense wings expanded. The light flooded him, and the whole room – even brighter, and brighter still, surrounding and flowing into young Pedro’s body with the light from heaven.

The light was shining so intensely it went through windows, walls, and down the hallway, it was burning, a pure white light that could be seen for blocks, out of the 4th story of Memorial Hospital. Several motorists outside stopped in awe, just to look at the brightness, wondering what it was.

Rev. Leon Jackson got off the elevator, and immediately had to cover his face because he was blinded by the light. Were those……were those…..angel’s wings? “Dear God!” he said out loud. Then suddenly the light went out.

But Henry Vu was still standing there, in all his angel glory, unable to disguise himself due to the drain of his supernatural power. Rev. Jackson took off his hat, and slowly approached Pedro’s room. With his back still towards Rev. Jackson, Henry Vu said, “Come in Rev. Jackson, I have an important job for you to do.” Rev. Jackson gulped hard, and walked through the door.

As Rev. Jackson walked into the room, he thought he heard music, like a choir. “Is that music I hear?”, he said. Henry Vu turned to the pastor, and said, “Yes Leon, a great miracle has taken place tonight, and heaven is rejoicing.” A huge smile spread over Henry’s face. Henry’s face was beaming, glowing really.

To be honest Rev. Jackson was shocked, firstly that the angel looked Asian, and secondly that a miracle had taken place. Henry continued explaining, “See for yourself….Pedro Martinez has been made whole again….”

The conclusion tomorrow!


Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, 2018, ancient skies

In the Feathers of their Wings

hawk from uhd wallpapers

In our ancient past, and in the not too distant future,

hawks will gently rest on our shoulders,

with their wings intricate, layer upon layer

of feathers to not only hold the wind

but to keep our prayers, tucked away until

the appointed time, and they lift off with a scream,

in the midst of the battle, as heaven rages,

against the never ending night.

In our ancient past, and in the not too distant future.


Poetry © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

image from udhwallpapers via google

The Key


And when we are standing there, at the end of our days

shoulder to shoulder, we will be surprised, seeing some that are with us

you mean they made it too?? Smiles on our faces,

loving the mercy.


And we may be surprised that some are not there –

having remembered their religion

but forgetting the key,

they knock

on the outside.


Love is the key, that unlocks the door.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

A Touch of Heaven


I know there is a heaven

simply because

of the way you love me,

light infused

into the deepest

parts of me.

A touch of heaven


on earth.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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


Canada and More 250

When we all sit down at the table

we will be surprised at who is there,

and disappointed with who is not.

I’d like to sit with my African brothers,

and sisters, so that we can talk

about forgiveness flowing,

and kings without countries.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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


lighting candles

The part of us we cannot see,

searching, yearning,

for the divine,

alive, arms reaching,

to be connected,

heavenward, or at least,

the arms of another soul,

seeing the divine there.

The part of us that travels,

to eternity,

for now breathing,

in our shell,

accepting or rejecting.

Some say empty yourself,

then you will have peace,

others say be filled,

some say do both,

one thing is for certain,

the soul is the part of us,

made in His image,

with the capacity,

for great and wondrous Love.

 hands holding light

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

images from google

The Sounds of Heaven

from marksdailyapple

Some believe there will be shouting,

jumping up and down,

lots of noise.

I doubt it,

He is a God of peace,

walking in the Garden,

in the cool of the day.

Angels do proclaim,

making grand announcements,

if we say anything,

I think we will be face down,

saying, “have mercy on us”,

for messing up our world,

not taking care of each other,

have mercy.

If there is any noise,

I hope it will be peaceful,

some wooden flutes,

and just maybe –

a drum or two.


 Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

images from google

Lodge Poles

Two Tipis

Red or white cedar, or pine,

tied, bound, wrapped,

clothed in Buffalo hide,

standing as wooden warriors

against the wind,


young lovers ablaze,

never knowing the end.


young familes, raising children,

teaching them the langauge,

and how the people were born.


the councils, where the people talk,

and leaders listen,

caring about them, as fathers.


the Grandparents, frail yet

reliving, with sparkles in their eyes,

the stories,

of hunting, bears, and courage.

And when that old person passes away,

their spirit will look up,

and see the lodge poles open up the sky,

splitting the heavens,

and they will be free.

Looking Up

Blue Sky

Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree