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This poem was a winner in
our first birthday Environment Poem Contest
Expressions Of Providence
by Dreamwarrior
Let us pause to ponder the ground we tread upon.
The soft submissive flesh of our dying mother
slain for our sakes.
As you pass by
pluck not the tender sweetlings
which blaze open in harmless petal sprays
from her tear dappled bosom.
Only kneel
ever so soft.
Now, with closed eyes and surrendered spirit
partake deeply of the moist, perfumed airsprings
which linger fresh
then escape from our senses.
Yet they remain strangely near.
To be recalled one day perhaps
when wandering alone thru the sunlit woodmeadows
and a short breath of wind
wafts a secret aroma to us from the past
which tickles our memories.
Causing to float as if in a dream
back over the years
so that we hover unseen.
Watching ourselves from above.
Beholding our whisper image
as it moves in liquid-slow underwater motions
creating this brief, blissful interlude in time.
These things connect each of us together.
We in turn receive them
from our diseased, battered, brokenhearted Earthmother.
They are the spillovers of her diminishing bounty
and freely she offers them
asking only one thing in return from us her children:
Reverence.
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