It is when we don’t feel loved, we wander

through the dark forest without end,

trees menacing, staring

at our spark.


Yet if we are willing

to allow ourselves to break the ice

to allow the fog to be lifted

we can be free

in love, and

be filled, with hope.


Feeling loved and accepted.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The Dark

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When we stay in the dark too long we lose our perspective

of where the colors are, of where the moon belongs, and what is truly

beautiful. Instead we grasp for the stars, longing for more

of the black – with occasional reflections from the water.

Absorbing solace there is a sun, each of us can hold – bringing

forth life, allowing us to grow, not the opposite

of dark, but soaking it in so there is at least

a gray, and then somehow the fog is burned

encouraging us, that we can live in the colors,

with confidence.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Butterflies in the Snow

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Not every snowfall will be beautiful

not every snowflake will have meaning

when we are down, our minds numb

the beauty of each flake will be lost.

But if we look beyond the snow, each season

has a corner, in every storm there is a sun

and in the silence, if we try there is a spring

we cannot always see the flowers,

but even in the heaviest of snows,

with our minds we can see

that there are always butterflies

and the beauty

of each snowflake can be restored.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The Defeat of Grey

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It is the grey that makes us depressed

a lack of color, sun not alive yet to burn it off,

causing us to be put on hold, neither here nor there.

But there is also a grey deeper down,

that creeps into our soul, taking no prisoners

so we need to pull it out with a hook

using maybe a flower, a hug, or a smile of love.

The grey will always be defeated, the sun is there

and getting stronger, all the time.

Don’t hold back the sun,

let the grey turn to blue.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Get Back Up Again


Do you ever get discouraged? I do. I think we all do. Regardless of what we face in life, such as broken relationships, financial loss, and even blog stats taking a severe downturn 😦  we can not only live through it, we can keep going. Fortunately I married the most beautiful woman on the planet (inside and out) and she encourages me to keep fighting. 

I love the fact that there is always something that motivates us on the inside, to get back up. Some use positive thinking, some have faith, but we all have something in us that tells us not to quit. And if someday I don’t have a blog, I will still keep going. And I will have a lot more free time! But to be honest, I blog because I love to write. Thanks for reading!

Here is a song, be careful with your ears!


Commentary © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

video from youtube, music from tobymac


Peace and blessings to everyone.

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


This is an inspiring video! As we know music can help any situation, and make our world a better place, but in this piece, music is a symbol of hope and life. Music can bring hope!

This is wonderful for many reasons. The music is wonderful, but it also combines Lindsey’s music with modern dance. Watch as different people come alive when they have hope. Life and energy come and live in those having a tough time.

This is one time that I highly recommend watching the commercial! Please, please watch the commercial at the end. It is about the landfill orchestra. I think you will be amazed! There is also an introduction for a program to help children learn leadership skills, called, “Leader in Me”. This is fantastic! Powerful! Remember we truly can make a difference in our world. We can do this!

I wish you PEACE, and have a great week!

P.S. I will be posting some more of the Last People series in a few days.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

video from youtube/music by Lindsey Stirling

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The Boat Ride

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A Prose Poem

It was the boat ride that first brought the glimpse. It was a clear day with the sun, and the wind tossed the waves. The boat was magnificent, refusing to yield. As she looked at the sky and the water, something took place, something was there, but she didn’t know what it was. The sun was reflecting on the water, but that wasn’t it. Her love was at her side, and they held hands, but that wasn’t it either.

She stared beyond the waves. Dolphins played, and followed the boat. It was then that she knew! Maybe it was their joy, jumping and leaping. Their fun was contagious. It was like talking to an old friend and not remembering their name. The old friend started speaking again, but she hesitated. Should she let him in again? She remembered the pain and the needles, being burnt on the inside. She decided to try one more time.

The sun burst into her heart, as she opened it. Her frail and thin body shook with tears. The old friend was hope, and he came to live again. She came to live again, refusing to yield. The cancer might take her body, but she would always live, from now on, in the hope, and in the light. Death would not control her. And the dolphins jumped for joy.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Selling the Farm

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Contemporary Microfiction

Note: There is a scene in this story which some would consider scary. Please do not read it if you think it might disturb you.

It was over now, tomorrow was the big day. All of the machinery, the land, the house, everything would be up for sale. He was crushed. Farming was all that he knew. Tom and Sara Jackson had spent what seemed like an eternity talking about it, praying about it, and crying, sometimes all in the same conversation. They were also one of the few African American families still farming in Iowa. There was no other choice, they simply could not compete with the huge corporations that owned most of the farmland now, especially the biggest, Conglomerate Industries. They hired people to farm their huge tracts of land (the smallest farm was 2,500 acres) and they drove down the price of the crops, due to the huge quantity they produced.

They used robotics mostly. Farming for them was almost entirely automated. The jobs they offered came at a terrible price. They used a lot of chemical fertilizers, and pesticides, and now everyone was concerned about their drinking water.

Tom lay awake, weeping silently, as he looked up at the ceiling. It was midnight now. His wife lay next to him, snoring softly. It was not easy on her either. Would their daughter, Melissa, be able to go to college? It depended on the prices they received tomorrow. He also wondered if he would have that strange dream again. He wasn’t surprised he had been having the dream, night after night. After all, he had been depressed for weeks. light and dark

As he drifted off, he came to that familiar place of shadows, and foreboding. In the dream, it was night and he was out by the barn. There was a single light coming from the barn, and the figure was just out of sight, in the dark waiting for him. The thing was a horrible creature, he could smell it before he saw it. It smelled of death and rotting flesh. It came partially out of the shadows, and pulled it’s sword from the sheath. He couldn’t see the sword at first, but he heard the sound of the blade scraping, as it was pulled.

He grabbed the first thing he could find, a club, a large piece of wood really, from off the ground. The creature said, “I’ll finish you tonight!” Tom responded with, “Never, you are a liar!” The sword flew at him with the speed of light, and Tom used his club to protect himself. Metal struck the hard wood. They fought back and forth, and sometimes Tom was able to take a swing at the creature. At other times it seemed hopeless, and the thing was so close, Tom could smell it’s stinking breath.

He did not give up, he swung his club time and again, even though the thing began laughing at him. Finally the creature knocked the club out of his hand, and Tom prepared to die. Do it and get it over with, he thought. It was always at this point that he woke up in a cold sweat. Sara would always stir, and he would tell her, “Shhh, go back to sleep.” Then he would hear the creature’s voice, even while he was sitting there awake. “I am despair”, it said.

swordOn this night, the night before the farm sale, he decided to get up and go downstairs. He looked at the clock, which said 4:00. He was hungry, and decided on some bacon and eggs. Besides he would need strength for this battle.

Somehow they would get through this. He would fight despair the only way he knew how. He was not a religious man, but he needed better weapons, to fight this thing. After eating, he sat right there at the table, and began to pray. He would fight this thing until the sun came up and beyond. Whatever it took, he would do it. Nothing was going to drag his family down. They would sell the place, move on to the next chapter of their life, and Melissa would go to college, to study engineering. Is that what they meant by having faith?

He prayed for what seemed like a long time. Just before the sun came up, he felt he was ready. He opened the back door, and slipped silently into the darkness. The light was on at the barn. He could sense the creature hiding in the shadows. Tom boldly declared, “I’m not afraid of you anymore!”, and he meant it.

From inside the house he heard Sara come down, into the kitchen, She stood in the doorway. She whispered, “Are you alright?” Tom hesitated, as he looked out at the night beginning to fade. Finally he said, “Yes…… just getting rid…… of a liar……”

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 Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

images from google

The Desert



He felt like his soul was made of sand. He didn’t feel like he was in the desert, he felt like he was the desert. He was made of desolation and emptiness. The dunes of his emotions, were taking him up and down, but leading him to nowhere. The heat was his anger. More importantly, there was no life, and he had no future.

How was he supposed to tell people, the company he worked for went out of business? He had lost half of his retirement money. He was too young to retire, and too old now to be marketable. There was nothing for him. And even worse, he was alone now.

Where was the oasis? Where was the water that would wash away his trouble? It was nothing more than a mirage! He had to quell his anger again, as he walked to the grocery story on the corner. He loved the organic market, and he did feel himself smile, as he picked out the produce, and some rice pilaf.

When it was time to check out, he noticed Susanna was working as cashier #2. He aimed his cart there, hoping to talk to her. He wasn’t interested in her romantically, but she was one of the most positive people he had ever met. He loved the fact that she was religious, and from Africa.

When she asked him how he was doing, he said, “Lousy”. He unexpectedly, let everything out about how had been feeling today. The person behind him was annoyed because he was holding up the line, but he didn’t care. As he paid with his credit card, Susanna looked thoughtful, and then said, “You know I was like you once, so I would like you to remember two things!” She was beaming as she spoke. “First as long as you are alive, there is hope!” She smiled again, “Remember there is always hope!” He looked down because he knew she was right. “Secondly, what in life have you always wanted to do, but haven’t done yet?” His jaw dropped. He hadn’t thought of that!

“One thing I wanted to do was come to the U.S. and I did!” “Another thing I wanted to do, was to work in an organic market, and now I do!” “So what do you want to do?” He was shocked. He thanked her and quickly walked out with his groceries.

Something was happening inside. The sand was receding. “What did he want to do?” Travel! He had always wanted to travel. Should he go to Ireland? Maybe. Tahiti! Yes! He would start looking at the internet travel sites tonight. He heard some music as he walked, and he thought of the cello. He had always wanted to learn the cello! The idea struck him that maybe someone in Tahiti, might give cello lessons! Now there was a thought.

As he walked down the street, towards his apartment, he felt some rain drops on his head and face. He looked up, and said, “Okay, okay!” “I get the point.” “There is always hope!” Now he was walking with a smile on his face.


 This is day 5 of the 5 day challenge of 5 photos – 5 stories. Thanks again to  randombytesfromlife and Saadia from Reflection of a Rainbow for the challenge.

I will be taking a short break from fiction for a few days, but will keep writing poetry.

Thanks for reading! Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

images from google