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