“I leave behind even my walking stick. My knife is in my pocket, but that I have forgot. I bring no car, no cell phone, no computer, no camera, no CD player, no fax, no TV, not even a book. I go into the woods. I sit on a log provided at no cost. It is the earth I’ve come to, the earth itself, sadly abused by the stupidity only humans are capable of but, as ever, itself. Free. A bargain! Get it while it lasts.”
Wendell Berry
We have been cruel to our Mother
Not all of us,
But as a species
We spoil her precious gifts
We plunder her riches.
Will we outgrow our childish disrespect
Before we destroy her?
Will she be able to forgive us?
Mother nature is huge and diverse,
Like the human race.
Will we learn to live in peace?
Or will we destroy our home
And ourselves,
Leaving earth to rats and roaches?
The possibilities abound.
Some of her wounds are so deep,
I fear despair will overtake me.
But some work to save her.
Some wounds are healing.
Parts of her remain intact and glorious.
She has a great capacity for healing.
If enough of us work for that healing,
Our Mother may Forgive us.
This post was inspired by Harlon at A Patient Voice:
Anything is Possible! 