Memories in the Waves

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Sunlight on the waves, and seagulls declaring their glory remind me of so many summers ago.

Of rafting in the ocean, and fishing in the twilight. Of swimming in the waves, ducking under

and the 14 year old me, being liked by the brown haired girl. I wished I had asked her name.

Of Dad and I walking the boardwalk. Of fried chicken dinners, and so many shadows of him

still living here, as I walk barefoot in the wet sand.

Lord God, I do miss him, but thank you for my Dad.

Happy Father’s Day.

 

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

The South Side of the Mountain

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The south side of the mountain held a secret for many years. Up near the ridge in the caves, runaway slaves would hide, seeking redemption. An old woman would be there with pieces of bread, some apples and cheese. It was the best meal anyone had had in months.

Each runaway heard, some for the first time, that they did matter, they were loved. The old woman would tell them that the slave owners with a Bible in one hand, and a whip in the other, were wrong. Those people needed to repent she said, or there was lightning coming to their house, for sure.

Most of the runaways only stayed long enough to heal their wounds, to gain their strength back, to learn about forgiveness, and then they were gone further north. Some stayed long enough to learn how to read (just the basics). Everyone hugged the old woman, and left with songs in their hearts.

It was only recently the story became known. Some hikers found the caves, a pile of old books, a pair glasses, and a pair of shoes. The old woman’s journal was in the pile of books. It was recorded that there were 132 people redeemed, on the south side of the mountain, up near the ridge, in the caves. May the old woman rest in peace.

Note: This is fiction, but it is very close to the truth.

            

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies

Blessings to everyone.

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

Love at the Beach

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A Prose Poem

Not acting our age, you take off running, “You can’t catch me!” “Yes I can!” You give up, and I yell, “Gothcha!” “Don’t you DARE tickle me again!” Laughing, then holding you, we both look at the waves, “Listen a love song…” “I hear it….”

“Look our shadows.” “Where’s the camera, here……hold still……” “My cowboy!” “Sshhhh, someone might hear you!” “Hold still…got it.” “I love how you look on the beach.” Our foreheads meet, eyes locked in on each other.  Lips greeting one another, as if they were lost, and now they were found. They get entangled in a beautiful mess. The muffled sounds of, “I will always love you.” And “You taste like peanut butter.” Laughing again, and whispering next to the waves.

I love when we don’t act our age.

          

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Thoughts about Religious People

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I think there is a difference between faith and religion. People have faith in their hearts, or contain faith in their inner most being. I usually think of religion, as either going to a building, or saying prescribed prayers. Perhaps there is some ritual involved. By the way, rituals and traditions can be very beautiful.

I think the main reason many people hate religion and religious people, has nothing to do with an individual having faith. It has to do with wrong attitudes and beliefs of religious people. Some religious people (not all) develop an attitude that is destructive to us and them. Somehow their faith decreases and a prideful, harsh spirit develops. They judge others as wrong and they are right. They begin condemning people for being different.

The first thing that goes out the window, when this type of attitude happens, is love. Faith is diminished and love is abandoned. The worst thing is though, they don’t even realize how far off track they have traveled. They seemingly have no clue.

So when you encounter someone like this, try not to argue. Remember there are many beautiful people with and without faith. Back away, but if you do need to say something, ask them one simple question: “Are you the Judge?”

     

I wish you love and peace.

     

Commentary and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Refuge

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They say Confederate soldiers ran through these woods,

escaping certain death even after the war,

slaves ran too, hopeful for freedom never knowing,

their future, but a few could read,

and now today, the wounded come here to learn,

to know firsthand, to hear the truth about themselves,

to rebuild their souls, sewing hearts with forgiveness.

And the Confederate soldiers? I hear they made it,

all the way to the Dakotas, and repented of their sins,

and the slaves made it to New England, some to Canada,

one of them became a judge, a statesman.

Now, everyone can seek the refuge,

of these here woods, to know firsthand,

the truth about themselves.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Sand Dunes

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It’s the sand dunes that remind me,

of the summers when our suns were brighter,

our children playing in the sand, buckets and shovels,

Daddy helping them build a castle,

walking on the boardwalk, little feet,

keeping up, you and I holding hands,

the carousel and water pistols,

the air was warm at night,

the lights were bright, and getting brighter.

Now the waves are cold, the sun has gone in,

but we are still holding hands,

souls blending, as we walk,

among the sand dunes.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Popcorn and Tattoos – Conclusion

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His hand was on the door knob, as she was walking towards him, when he said, “Look I’m feeling things here that I don’t understand.” “To be honest, you are absolutely wonderful, and I don’t want this to end after one night, or next week…….so yes I’m running.” “I just need some time to – to sort it all out.” As he went out the door, she had tears in her eyes, and she said, “Hey….. me too…..please call me tomorrow!” He shook his head yes.

He did call her first thing in the morning, and said, “Hey are you awake?” She did sound exhausted and said, “Not really, I hardly slept.” “Me too”, he said and he added, “Hey can I come over tonight?”, “I’ll bring the movie.” This woke her up, “Yeah sure!”, and she meant it. “No action flicks though”, she asked.

As she hung up the phone, her heart was racing. She knew where this was going now, and he was worth the risk. The phone rang again, and it was him, he said, “Hey you know what?” He didn’t wait for a response, “I love your tattoos!” She smiled, and thought about telling him… well about the one he hadn’t seen yet, but she decided to wait.

She wasn’t sure if they would ever get married, but if they did, she knew what kind of dress she wanted. It wouldn’t be white. She was determined it had to be…………purple………. and short sleeved…………to show off her tattoos.

       

Note: This has been an unusual day, with an unusual short series. I hope you enjoyed it!

Peace.

         

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Love after 65

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She helped him out of the bus, when they got close to the hospital. Shaky legs, down the steps, holding her hand. He was limping with a cane, as they crossed the street to the doctor’s office. He had some blood tests, and got some new medication, to live a little longer. He was often dizzy, and got confused sometimes.

After a bus ride back home, they had some frozen dinners, heated in the microwave. She was done with cooking, and he didn’t mind. He was grateful just to be with her. After dinner he went to the freezer and got out the ice cream (his had no sugar). When they sat down in front of the TV, he looked at her and said, “I may get confused, but I know who you are……..and that I will always love you.” She got tears in her eyes, but her wrinkled face was beaming.

She said, “Eat your ice cream old man, cause when you’re done……I’m going to kiss your face!” Now it was his turn to smile, because that is exactly what he was hoping for.

They watched their favorite TV show that night, a British program called, As Time Goes By.

        

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The 2000’s

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A Prose Poem

It was the horror stories to end all horror stories. Years of pain and suffering, waking up, crying in pain, before we ever knew. Before they told us, “There’s something wrong with her blood”. Life threatening anemia, bleeding through the stomach, through the nose, throwing up blood. Heart attacks, kidneys shutting down, praying in ICU.

It was cancer. Chemo. The children were small, it tore us all to pieces, on the inside. Fragmented emotions, it changed us, left scars, I’m still dealing with it. Thank God she made it, thank God. Fear came to live in me, and built a castle. I’m tearing it down though, brick by brick. And I’m not giving up.

Don’t let anyone tell you, you can’t fight, that’s bull. You may need an army behind you, or you may need the strength of the One who made you, but you can fight. We press on in spite of the battles.

My Love is the one, that taught me courage – taught me to fight – and she is the reason – that I write. Living the inspiration.

Bruised and bloodied, but walking out the healing now. Living in the light.

Keep fighting, and I wish you peace!

                

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The 1990’s

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A Prose Poem

It was the time of children. Birthing through pain, the greatest miracle I have ever seen, new life. Then it was all birthday cakes with candles. Photographs, an old type video recorder, “Smile!”. Reading to them, giving them a love for reading. My oldest, thinking I knew everything, “Daddy how come……?”

They learned to read quickly. Tons of books from the library, they soaked it all up. TV had Barney, Sesame Street, and I loved Postman Pat, and Bob the Builder. It was a beautiful time of learning. Going to the beach with the car packed to the brim, and later on a van. Strollers on the boardwalk. Holding them in the waves, keeping them safe.

It was the time of butterflies. Life was new, the earth was new, and hope was constantly dwelling in us. My wife and I drew closer, we were young again too. Missing these days, but having joy at the same time, they are grown now. But one thing is for certain, I am so very proud of them.

I wish you peace.

       

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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