Truth Telling for a Green Tomorrow

You walked into my room,

Threw down the magazine and waited,

Panting.

This was to be our day for remembering

What life is all about.

The words on the pages were not good,

And we took our stand, feet first,

Against the growing fields

Of waste.

Sweat, passion,

And the spilling of some blood:

The blood of the mother,

Of the daughter and the son;

These and all our human faces wept;

The dancing rhythms of the earth,

Too long have waited in the wings;

And now,

As if emerging from an old and tattered skin,

I feel the dewdrops dripping in her heart

Again.

Offerings

~  Gifts to the Goddess  ~

Poetry of Innocence