Cries of The Earth

The earth has no tears than those humanity sheds.
When life seeks, in her world, the weight of pain inflicted
On her scented roots – children who should live
In the lilt of innocent laughter and
Sweet memories, which swiftly rise from human life.
Yet for fears of pains of being dehumanized, chased, and killed,
Earth’s pride is robbed of intimacy with earth’s womb:
No trophies, but stretched to the limits of the earth.
No social graces but explosions of greediness.

Therefore, I cry as an orphan drumming for my father’s hand
To see love come into sight as my light;
And for my mother, my brightest life, brightest song,
A scent of assurance in the searing rays
Of my life’s homeward journey.
But like a vanishing bird they are once more to be still
Unless the chosen will be smiling that smile,
And walk with me from this standpoint.
Walk out of the secreted shade of the darkness of the fatherless,
Burning with a flame of needs,
Hoping you might heal the child with a home of kindness.

And out of this finite age I cry as a widow,
For my lost breath of life alienated from my comfort,
As the semblance of shadow
Hinders my rising sun, from descending from my husband’s charisma
But causing the night to ascend with its glitter of pain.
From life’s losses and failures, steals the smile under my lashes
And my children’s shimmering laughter goes dim.
Now I am waiting for an open goodness - beams of fresh rains,
From a saints deathless comfort of a heart’s easy grace.
I await the rise of spring’s refined season
To answer the longings of a mother’s soul.

Marginalized by a social order, I cry as a destitute
Within the layout of my naked bed
Underneath the paper roof and straw framework
In every twist and turn of the mocking contempt
That is a resident of unfair social sorting,
A system and norm, on which greed is based,
And the world I desire goes to ruin.
Now I am waiting to test the honey
As a child in the wilderness cries for a spring
Beside the candle light in my view
Set on the altar of the human spirit.
I need someone to wipe away the tears that slide down my cheeks,
And reach millions of souls praying for release.

Seeking for a refuge, I cry as one trampled beneath denial;
Of justice denied and dignity deformed
In the oceans depths of the giant sea of oppression.
Taking aim at every successive human right
In every location of my earthly life,
And I fear the passage of daylight.
So I appeal for a sense of true justice,
Inviting human freedom and un-aging truth
To correct the unfairness of man to man
Of their wasteful crimes of oppression.
Let the human spirit meet the divine
Moving inside of her conscience.
Let all people stand with me, and never fail,
For justice, the wholeness of genuine freedom.