Seeing how Earth Day is over soon, I thought I would share this poem I wrote some years ago but just reading it again ignites those same feelings...like I wrote it yesterday. I love how poetry does that. Its like looking at a picture except the words are the picture. My sentiments remain the same and I'm blessed to have eyes to see the vision God has crafted before us. I pray it's beauty never fades and we continue to help grow it, flourish it, and never grow tired of the art it is.
Dear Earth
Dear Earth
O sun
How it radiates my face
Let each ray illuminate my skin
Ignite the awakening that has been long
coming
I am now a new creature
For I have shed old flesh
Alas, sorrow is no more
I am no longer gripped
With the pain that shadowed me
The sun has blessed its light upon my
face
I am free
O wind
How it whispers sweet breaths past my
neck
Allow me to recollect on its touch and
gentleness
Your breeze is never too much yet barely
enough
Our unspoken harmony is too perfect for
even the birds to sing
Your presence is liberation unto my soul
Your air is honeyed like bright blossoms
on a noon day
Every piece of me is revived
Restoration has begun
And I am alive
Lush green gardens fulfill my breath
Mediterranean waters yearn for my soul
The Himalayan Mountains await my arrival
But alas, it is Africa I hear crying out
for me
Come child she calls
Where do I go when I hear the earth calling
my name
To the soil where creation birth forth
As the mud paints my hands
The voices of ancestors spill before me
Their tongues never sleep
The very sound makes me fluorescent
And I am made warm by its essence
O, the glow I have taken on
As bright as the moon amongst the darken
night
My God, have I grasped a hold of
happiness by accident
Hurt fails to hover over me
It does not chase me anymore
I am but joyous
The Earth has embraced me so
Like a mother to her first born
She has placed me to her bosom
I am eternally hers
She is the sky
And I her cloud
God is made proud in this moment
All that is his
Has found love in one another
In the end, we are all gifts
Designed to celebrate each other
Though when I lay my eyes on this
majestic mother we call earth
I swear by it
I have never laid eyes on anything more beautiful
than her
Bellissima , colpito dalla parola, dalla poesia, hai commosso la madre terra . Ed anche Bird.
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