Someday our souls will slip from
life
like water off a swan
and I say Alleluia.
They say this is your day,
Earth Day
but I know each moment,
they all belong to you
and I say Alleluia.
Oh Earth, I feel the sharp song
of our connection. I feel
the spear of your heartache
and hurt, I feel green everything,
green-blue, green-gold,
green-black.
Everything is alive all in
a tumble of miracles
and I say Alleluia.
And now, Holy Earth,
I see it: our ways must cease.
We must surrender, closing eyes
and giving breath over to you,
always only you
and I say Alleluia.
J. Pratt-Walter, (c) 4/22/2020
50th Anniversary of
Earth Day
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