Wings II

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They have no idea,

how deeply they reach into me,

reaching down,

lifting me up.

Even watching a corny movie,

with the tribes, I am encouraged.

I do not have their blood,

but it does run red,

and my heart beats the same.

I don’t understand it sometimes,

the Creator is so amazing,

He says, “Just enjoy the journey”.

So my spirit gets dressed in buckskin,

decorated in feathers and some rawhide,

riding horseback, up into the heavens,

beyond the clouds, soaring.

I sense the Creator smiling,

as the people give me wings.

Golden Eagle
Golden Eagle

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Frozen People


We laugh at our pain to cope

but that only goes so far,

frozen by one layer on top of another,

we search for solutions, to protect ourselves,

building walls like snow forts,

throwing snowballs, aiming high

to get them back.

Where is the sun?

Will we always be stuck here in time?

Clouds over hanging,

ice on our hearts, hurting.

Melt us and help us to live again,

thawed and defrosted,

to love anyway,

even if we are not loved,

and to forgive.

 Fire in the Clouds

Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree

The Eagle

Bald Eagle Soaring

This beautiful creature does not make war,

a symbol? I love my country

but there is not one war like bone in his body.

He simply hunts for food to eat,

and to provide for his family.

H’mm, maybe we should adopt his view of life,

or find a different mascot.

Ever heard of an eagle killing a human?


no war, just hunting.

A beautiful creation.

Black Eagle

Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree