For I wear the earth

Our earth is wounded.

Her oceans and lakes are sick.

Her rivers are like running sores.

The air is filled with subtle poisons.

And the oily smoke of countless hellish fires blackens the sun.

Men & women, scattered from homeland, family, friends wander desolate and uncertain,

scorched by a toxic sun.

In this desert of frightened, blind uncertainty, some take refuge in the pursuit of power.

Some become manipulators of illusion and deceit.

If wisdom and harmony still dwell in this world,

as other than a dream lost in an unopened book,

then they are hidden in our heartbeat.

And it is from our hearts that we cry out.

We cry out and our voices are the single voice of this wounded earth.

Our cries are a great wind across the earth.

My heart aches to know this wonderful creation more.

My heart aches for others to experience her as well.

I was formed by the same hands as that notorious black widow spider.

I was formed by the same hands of that enchanting monarch butterfly.

I was formed by the same hands as the whispering willow tree.

I was formed by the same hands as the slithering snake.

I was formed by the same hands as the mighty lion.

I was formed by the same hands as the bacteria invading my rotten yogurt.

And the unity of us all.

Our reliance on one another is undeniable.

Within this one planet God has given us so much.

All the nutrients our body needs.

And we have the hands and the breath that so much of creation needs.

Our homes are given to us by the trees.

And we must build homes for trees, for it's challenging from them to plant themselves.

I am clothed by the cotton that grows in fields.

And my hands are made to plow and cultivate it's growth.

The unity of us all.

I don't want to miss it.

I don't want to live out of step from it all.

I don't want to live outside of the rhythm of this wonderful home God has made.

I don't want you to miss it either.

I want us to love this place we call Earth.

And I want Earth to love us too.