~Earthspeak
~
If your spirit
Is still,
You can stand
On a hill
And listen to
Gaia's quiet counsel.She whispers
To leaves,
And gently strokes
The flowers.
She sighs on
The meadows...
Oh, I could
Listen for hours!Listen deeper
And you might
Detect
Still smaller sounds
That give you
New respect
For Her
Sacred grounds.Tiny seedlings
Creeping upward
From the earth beneath;
The tectonic grinding
Of Mother Nature's teeth.I have heard
Her streams
Winding thru
My dreams;
Gently, gradually
Carving the bedrock
Of my soul.She turns Her face
To the sun
With absolute grace
When She's done...
The lullaby of the loon
And quiet light of the moon
Punctuate with
Transcendent finality.MEBH/@Copyright 4-98
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