The Beauty of a Sunday

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A Prose Poem

The problem with getting older, is that you’ve heard every sermon, or you think you have.

I didn’t learn faith in a church, the woods taught me, when I was young, showed me there was something greater. I saw the church filled with people, but their hearts were not still.

Later, the wooden benches were hard, difficult sermons, long sermons, with harsh words. Railing against the Pope, or President Obama. I was confused, and my heart grew sick.

Healing for me came, in the stained glass, the space. Certainly in the peace, and in the beauty of faith. Now the sermons are shorter, and the words are decorated with love. His presence. What can we give to others?

All of this reminding me of the creation, the woods, the rivers, the mountains, and the beauty of life.

My heart is full now, and contented.

And in the late afternoon, Sundays were made, for napping.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The Reluctant Warrior

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No one ever told him,

he would need the mountains,

the wholeness and healing,

of peace,

the Creator breathing.

No one ever told him,

there would be explosions,

tearing the sky,

battles raging, bloodied swords,

his Queen imploding.

He fights on,

only because he has to,

he would rather live in a tree,

sleep on some rocks,

while the sky is healed, by clean water.

He picks up his sword anyway,

the shield,

armed with words,

and a clean heart,

he fights.

No turning back,

no confession of cowards,

He will live, in the mountains,

because the mountains live,

in him.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Fading Eagles

Hail Stone

A Prose Poem

When a man has eagles in his heart, and fire in his pen, he knows what to write. He knows who he is. Strength and courage from a hawk, soaring, with a strong spirit. But when the eagles begin to fade, and the hawks no longer fly, he begins to wonder. Is his spirit strong enough without them? Does he need to have more time on the earth, and less in the clouds?

Even nature has its limits. As he prays, his pen begins to wander, looking for answers, looking for understanding. He walks a tightrope, leaning forward, pushing his way past doubt. And slowly he realizes, he does not have to have eagles, hawks, or even a lion in his heart (although he can if he wants to). It is all about the love. It has always been about the love. Love from above, and love for others.

It is always about the love, and that is what brings the strength, and the courage. His spirit soars now, and his pen has fire once again.

 

Peace.

 

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Image of Hail Stone, unknown nation, from Pinterest

Blessings to everyone.

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

Scenes of Summer

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I love the smell of the living green,

leaves in the breeze,

the warmth of the early morning sun,

hiking with you,

on the trails, pretending,

we are the only people left,

and the earth is reborn.

Adam and Eve?

a new beginning, in the woods,

the sky watching us,

looking at the veins of a leaf,

you can see the Creator.

Hours of talking, and walking,

sensing the earth,

and where we belong,

then hiding, in the cabin,

when it gets too warm,

eating a bowl of oatmeal,

with a side of fruit salad.

I love summer.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Sacred Sky

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Is there any reason,

for the sky not to be sacred?

not in a worship way,

but leading us,

to the One,

pointing us,

to realize we are loved,

accepted,

walking on clouds,

one step closer,

to knowing.

Strength in the sun,

hope in the light,

and always new.

Is there any reason,

for the sky not to be sacred?

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Questions

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If I told You how I feel,

would You get angry?

I don’t want to be a seeker,

anymore,

I feel stupid sometimes,

looking for strength,

in the mountains, a river,

listening, understanding the song,

of the waves.

I need deeper roots,

stronger faith,

and more answers,

fewer questions,

more love,

living in the now,

instead of,

my head in the clouds.

As the waves began to sing,

He said, “My son,

keep trusting, keep writing,

keep reading the Book of Psalms,

just be who you are,

and who, you were meant to be.”

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Blooming

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In the heat of the day,

the sun nourishes,

giving life to color,

and joy to people.

I can see the fields,

reminding me there is hope,

life goes on,

darkness does not last,

and there is strength,

in the beauty.

There will be another day,

under the nourishing sun.

 

 

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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