Searching

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We can search for the peace,

of within, the depths of our souls,

feel the winds of our spirits,

washing away the dust,

preparing our hearts,

for the light.

But in the meantime a child searches,

for food, the refugee searches,

for a home, the crushed spirit searches,

for healing, never knowing,

a protector, an angel with a shield.

God help us to be aware, awake,

not just looking at ourselves,

and our own needs,

but also the needs,

of the hurting.

          

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Flag Waving

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I love my country. Most of us do, unless we live under a dictatorship. We have so many freedoms here, including the freedom to worship the way we choose, or to choose not to worship at all. Regardless of where we live, our country is a part of who we are. However, I have two big concerns about the United States.

The first concern I have is prejudice. I am shocked, horrified, and disgusted. Hatred towards any group of people is wrong. I simply can’t believe that in 2015 we have such a horrible problem. Do we really have the right to criticize other nations, when we have such hatred in our own backyard?

Secondly, I am concerned about the lack of compassion here. There is simply not enough, of caring about people. I thank God for government programs to help people. Many people hate the idea of paying more taxes. If it was your mother in the nursing home, or if your wife needed an operation and couldn’t afford it, would you be so concerned about taxes? Of course not. I’m sure that a lack of compassion has happened over a period of time, but we need to reverse this trend. Maybe it’s from focusing on our hand held devices and TV, so often, that we’ve forgotten people are people.

Still, it’s ok to love your country, and to do some flag waving. Maybe we can do so, keeping in mind where we need to change, and work towards making our world a better place.

Peace.

 

 

 

Commentary and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Blessings to everyone!

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

A Quote about Compassion

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“The purpose of human life is to serve, and to show compassion and the will to help others.”

Albert Schweitzer

There is a river that runs through the heart…… Allow compassion to flow through you, and to touch the lives of others, and you will be able to do amazing things! One life can truly make a difference. You are that life!

Blessings to everyone and peace!

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

Commentary and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Warriors in the Hospital

nurse and patient

If you go to a cancer ward,

any cancer ward,

you will find the bravest people,

on the face of the earth.

No armor, a broken shield,

hardly any weapons,

and yet, they fight every day,

not just the cancer,

but depression, fear, hopelessness,

fear of the unknown, and sickness.

Fighting to break a smile,

to have a glimmer,

of light. A future.

I once knew a woman,

who fought hard to live,

she fought hard for her children,

she fought hard for her husband,

and for herself.

Terrified,

but not crushed.

I don’t know why some live,

and others do not,

I will never know why,

If I can though, I will offer,

a smile,

a hand of friendship,

kind words,

strength,

to help them fight,

with strong armor,

and a new shield,

called hope.

With God’s help,

we can do this,

please pray for them,

pray for their strength,

in the midst of the battle.

Amen.

hand in hospital

Blessings to everyone and peace!

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

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

image from google

The Old Man on the Street Corner

from clayforsberg.net
from clayforsberg.net

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.

from thenextweb.com via google
from thenextweb.com via google

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

Writing © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree

Living by Giving

Mother-Teresa-Judge-Quotes

Poetry in the spirit of the Christmas Season

Her light is still shining on me,

a light of self-sacrifice,

living by giving,

herself – away to others,

and living by loving –

everyone, regardless of creed.

Hands reaching, heart reaching,

I don’t have her calling,

but I’m inspired by her example,

help me God to love,

not to preach sermons,

but to give to others,

to do, and to help,

and lay myself,

down on the altar,

of self-sacrifice,

by giving.

from EWTN
from EWTN

Note: It’s true that just one life can make a difference. She left her homeland when she was only 18.

Blessings of peace to you this season!

Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree

The Cat Lady

The Cat Lady

Did you answer the door when she knocked

last year? Or did you hide

in your bedroom, pretending

not to be home?

She’s not crazy, she’s just looking

for a friend, for an answer,

to her questions.

She says, why

does it have to be like that?

Have you ever spoken to her?

She can talk for hours,

she needs conversation to understand

who she is.

She is one of kindest, most gentle people,

I have ever met.

I once saw her talk to a tomcat,

for 15 minutes, telling him,

how to behave, to act right, and be nice.

I hope he learned his lesson,

he needed to. Nasty.

Maybe she needs to learn,

how many is too many,

maybe she needs healing,

cats are great for deep wounds,

hurting.

Part of the solution,

is to pay her a visit,

treat her like a human being,

take some cat food,

and be the gift.

 

Let her ask some questions.

 

© Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree