Below is a poem that follows the form of a familiar prayer. I have reworked it from its original penning in 1995. Funny how poignant it is to feel the same urgency 20+ years later. Perhaps a better word is sad. Yes, I know Earth Day is the 22nd of April, but for myself and many others, it is everyday.
Our mother who art the earth,
Beauty is thy name.
Thy kindness lent, our efforts spent
the cycle remains as it’s meant
Yea, as I walk through your forests, deserts and along shores
I will not be destructive
stewardship is my desire.
Thy state of health sustains me.
I prepare the future for my children
through mine actions and inactions:
Will their cups runneth over?
Surely nothing good will follow me
unless we work together as family,
and you are our home.