Category: Eve Moore Written by Eve Moore Views: 1253
Who art the heavens,
the fecund earth, the ranges
of granite, shale, schist raised from
fires and freezes that flow, the storied
rafters of trees who see all, the birds and
the bees and the flowers who tend them,
love them, the coursing waters filled
with untold life, the crystals and
fungi, the wholeness within
which life takes its
kingdoms of plants,
animals, minerals come to
see your will to thrive, to ascend
the long shadow of dark imaginings
dimming, obscuring all that you are,
be done now on your earth as it is
heaven—returned to your native
birthlight growing brighter,
clearer, stronger with
this day, our daily
stead: wheat, flax, maze and
spelt, quinoa, fields of rice, berries
and stoned fruits, herbs and greens,
pulses, nuts, magical seeds—bounty
feeding our hearts as readily as it
feeds our bodies of clay, so
arrayed in form and
us robins, sky blue
eggs, seashells, waterfalls,
oceans of hues, daffodils!, cocoa
beans, whales, mosses, wildebeest,
hot springs, glaciers and dragonflies,
bobcats, soils and sands, clouds
and multitudes of raindrops,
and a tilt of your axis
that makes it all
us life among such
sentience as this, your
us your long true
love with great father sun,
creating such abundance for
we who walk, crawl, swim,
soar, thrive on your
lands of plenty.
Forgiving us our
trespasses upon these
verdant veldts and plains, home
to grasses and glades, beauties and
beasts belonging to the heart, the soul
of your ranging wildness, for displacing
your blue green wonders, currents,
with a false currency of green
muddling our spirit,
as we forgive
ourselves, our kind,
for trespassing upon your
deep sacredness, against it
and ALL that teems about and
within you. Against our divine
oneness with all that you
are, that we might
<< Forgive me.
I love you. Thank you.
I’m sorry. >>
Lead us from
the temptation to
resume our plundering
sundering in the name of the
illusions of comfort we’re swayed
to believe — to see — as real, more
real than our need for your healing
air and water and land and its
organic living so that we
might all—all of us,
live long and
And deliver us
from the evil we perceive
in the dark chasm of our separation
from you, y/our nature, rendering us blind
to the truth of this blue/green gift of existence,
thinking we own what is, has always been, free,
by stealing, buying, mining, selling, sullying your
depths and treasure lying upon and far, far below
the superficial valence of our sight, made blind
to us without dollar signs polluting its value,
its priceless worth, our destiny hiding
in the smogged density of
our mind’s eye.
are the kingdoms,
phyla, classes, orders,
families, genera and species,
the powers and the glories
of this incredible life,
All women and
children, all offspring
of all kinds and color
New, like you,
our Mother Earth.
Now. And ever
Happy New Earth Day one and all!
© 2020 by Eve Moore.
© Photo by Eve Moore.
Eve Moore: Once a professional writer of advertising, I saw the light & it has shown me words of a different nature. And so I take them down & offer them up. And all is well.
“When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace.”
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