In the Darkness of the Dawn

In the darkness of the dawn, night shadows fading

bringing a hopeful light,

our longing within

and a new day,

a new light

ascending.

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The Strength of the Blue Sky

As the mountains call forth warmer air,

there’s a stronger blue over our land,

as our people are hopeful now,

praying for deliverance

from the brutality

of frozen hearts.

          

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

We Do Bend the Light

In the golden lampstands of our sacrificed dreams

we do bend the light forever

hopeful,

that at least something, some fragment

would live on,

we do want those dreams

to live on,

don’t we?

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Walking Above the Clouds

Not every rainbow has a silver lining

not every storm cloud has a softer rain

but if I keep my head clear, heart hopeful

I can walk above the clouds, seeing the world

without boundaries, there are no borders dividing.

I can see the colors sparkling, that there is more

than just mud, beautiful people, and once in a while

I get just a small glimpse

of the stars.

            

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The Eye of the Hurricane

There is victory in the fighting,

strength in the struggle,

and peace,

in the eye of a hurricane.

I once had a fight,

that lasted for years,

bloodied, and bruised,

I looked up asking,

for a rope,

“Can I get some help down here??”

He said, “You don’t need a rope”.

“I’m teaching you to fight”,

“to love, and to forgive”,

“to trust, without eyes”.

So now I look up when I fight,

using two hands,

my whole heart,

never doubting,

stronger than ever.

There is victory in the fighting,

strength in the struggle,

and peace,

in the eye of the hurricane.

Don’t you ever quit!

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Clouds

When I see the clouds,

parting for the sun, moving,

for the light,

I know that I am real,

head for reasoning,

walking farther, with lungs,

hearing with my heart,

beyond the mountains.

I know of a man,

who never knew love,

until he found her,

opening his eyes to the gold,

and the Creator.

And when he writes,

he pushes the clouds,

to the side, not listening,

when people laugh,

or critique his theology.

He will love anyway,

he will write to the sky,

and to her,

to see her smile again.

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Two WIld Horses

When I am with you,

my heart beats faster,

yet gentle strength walks,

into my soul, and into yours,

as we share the light.

No living science can explain,

the universe in your smile,

brightness of the sun,

the depth of the oceans,

in your eyes,

but I know, you feel the same,

as we linger here, on earth,

like wild horses ready,

our spirits stomping,

longing,

to run, their blood,

in our veins, the love,

stronger,

freedom cut loose,

like the spirit,

of two wild horses,

running,

with the wind.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

image of wild horses on Assateague Island

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

No More Giants

 

Giants in gray uniforms,

don’t walk these beaches anymore,

no military boots, with swords,

calling for slavery, still there are shadows,

that linger in the hearts of some,

waiting to be released,

waiting to inject,

with hatred.

They are losing every day,

as love grows strong,

and respect for people,

love will win,

love always wins,

just too slowly sometimes.

We just need a few more,

shepherd boys, and girls,

men and women with slingshots,

ready to fight, and take down,

the Goliath of prejudice.

We will win.

This is our beach now,

this is our land.

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The Flowers Will Still Bloom

When I am gone,

the flowers will still bloom,

people will still question the sky,

asking why,

is there sun and rain?

will there be an end?

I know there will be peace,

I just know,

but in the meantime,

all we can do is be a rock,

a healer, for someone else,

and along the way,

enjoy the flowers,

when they bloom.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Ghosts of the First People

The ghosts whisper softly,

in the deep fog,

hoping for an end,

to the war against nature,

the war against color,

“all men are created…”,

they whisper to each other,

listening for signs,

of life.

Will the Creator be honored?

will there be a dawn of wholeness,

and peace?

hopeful,

they long to wake up,

their brothers and sisters,

and to see the restoration,

of all things.

But before the dawn, a storm,

cleansing,

from the poison,

of bad hearts.

And the ghosts still whisper,

in the deep fog.

 

 

 

Peace to everyone.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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