It is the beauty of the earth that calls me out,
That asks for me by name,
It seeks solace deep in the inner parts of me,
Wild as river gorges
Or lazy as some backwater stream
Where dreamers make wishes.
When will the tide of human arrogance ever recede?
Will the earth ever be family to me ever again?
When we are present and willing
To share from our need,
To be dependent each one to the other,
When we know everything as alive,
Then we can sit around a table
And truly give and receive
Thanks in full abundance.
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