Sit with our Mother,
holding her hand in silence;
breathe with her dying.
Examine our guilt,
the ways we have weakened her;
ask her forgiveness.
Dusk slowly falling,
her breathing becomes shallow,
life circles her heart.
Stay present to her,
guide her through her life review,
all the miracles.
All the miracles,
the ways she loved and beguiled
her greedy children.
Our tears fall too late;
grieve the beautiful passing;
consider lessons.
Living unbalanced,
avarice, mendacity,
misuse of power.
Sad, blind corruption,
denying mortality;
predictable end.
Her heart quickens, slows,
weakly fueled by questions:
“Why could you not Love?”
When things fall apart
remain centered in Spirit,
breathing, still, watching.
Finally, we’ll see
everything was always One,
Earth’s beauty, our own.
What is here will pass;
observe the web unweaving;
life falling to death.
Innocent victims
dying by fire, flooding,
starvation we’ve caused.
Forgiveness granted
in choosing enlightenment,
embracing the cost…
Bearing the burden
of every choice we’ve made
and those we denied.
All is mystery;
if not for the Love of life,
for what would you die?
For death is a birth;
meet it authentically;
become something new.
Grow into the end,
all that rises must converge;
prepare and connect.
Perhaps there is gift;
beyond this sorrowing field,
an infant world cries.
The Earth collapses;
we’ll stand in rubble, redeemed,
waiting to create.
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Beautifully sad . . . Thank you.
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Thank you, Judy. Gentle Peace to you.
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What a moving, heart-breaking poem. The pictures are stunning too.xxx
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Thank you, Snowbird. Sad times. So much it’s hard to encounter, so experimenting with haiku rhythms, since sometimes reduction gets to the essence.
Sending gratitude and love. Xoxo
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