We sit on Mother Earth, Her watchful eye and furrowed brow creased in worry As she watches over us with feet of prosperity. Pollution and decay all around us; We who snatch the grain from her warm, soft soil, Always taking, never giving While birds of the field scatter seed to replenish her storehouse. We …
In our darkest family moment When life has ceased And all heads of the living are slumped forward, Tears flowing, Tongues completing tender prayers — our final goodbyes, Our eyes — so accustomed to observing no more than mortal time— Now gaze back before these lonesome hours together To when her sweet spirit departed this …
