Break Away

Ancient Skies

sunrise in the mountains

Sometimes, when I break away,

I can hear Your voice,

see you in the purity,

of the creation,

not like Moses did,

but in the song, of a cricket,

the stillness of the wind,

the tenderness of a deer.

Speak to me, of Your wonders,

wash me with Your water,

not like a sermon,

but a conversation,

like the Cheyenne,

around the fire,

the sky watching.

You are not distant,

You are here, in the silence,


strengthen me, and protect,

this part of creation,

so that I can live,

in the nature, the life,

you have given me.


Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

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

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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718. The bee is more honored than other animals, not because she labors, but because she labors for others. ~Saint John Chrysostom

The honey-bee’s great ambition
is to be rich, to lay up great stores,
to possess the sweet 
of every flower that blooms.
She is more than provident.
Enough will not satisfy her,
she must have all
she can get by hook or crook.
~John Burroughs

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How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower!

How skillfully she builds her cell!
How neat she spreads the wax!
And labors hard to store it well
With the sweet food she makes.
~Excerpted verses from a poem
by Isaac Watts

Eat honey, my son, for it is good; honey from the comb is sweet to your taste. ~Proverbs 24:13   ✝

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