Some things take time,
Like being pulled into a dream,
of wits, yes,
but of will,
a life’s spirit is strong.
In this topsy-turvy world of indifference,
it’s hard to know the best way forward.
All we can hope,
is that we did the best we could
Please forgive the crudity of my recording.
The Buddhists know we are the earth, for without the earth, we could not exist. So, like a mirror, we hold the earth in front of us and ask, “Who am I.”
The Jews begin with food, the relationship. We interact with earth primarily through how we eat, an awareness of why we’re eating something. Is it to further relationship or own self fulfillment? The divine spark of life can be raised in eating as well as in abstaining.
The Swinomish Tribe sees nature as the primary text of wisdom through which the Spirit speaks. Ceremony, drum, as a way of connecting with the earth and the constant vibration of love, union and wisdom. It is always in the present moment, go back to the fire – fast, wait, listen for the word of Spirit through Creation.
The Muslim expand environment to include the inner self and the unseen. We see only a portion of our vast world, yet we are trustees of it. Creation is a teacher and is balanced. When we make it unbalanced, there will be warning signs and consequences. Nature, has a very strong life force.
The Christians know we are stewards of the earth, to tend and care for it. The bravest invite us to see the earth as God’s body, and to see it, and care for it as a practice of love to God.
Happy Earth Day – possibly the first interfaith holiday. We are all connected to each other, because we are all connected to the earth.
The glint of the shovel in the moonlight,
the dry, cracked earth
the helicopter in the distance
The way he said, no
and so I nodded, handed the shovel
But that was the first, I don’t know how many came after
day shift said, oh god, no
we just throw them in the trash,
can’t stand the little buggers
But sergeant Frese and I,
me, a skinny little kid, boots too big, britches too tight
he, an old Vietnam veteran, crusty, a pack of Marb Reds a day
we knew what we had to do
So when the mice got caught on the glue traps
when we heard that incredibly loud calling out
of the deepest anguish
the last thing the mouse could possibly do
we knew what we had to do
I thought briefly of the other mice just lying there in the dumpster
twisted distortedly as the garbage piled up, the light slowly fading
We smoked a cigarette afterwards
that terrible, desolate place
the moon so big, so bright
It’s true. Every war’s the same