| A Prayer for the Earth | 01.01.2010 | ![]() |
Flynn Johnson
May we take up the challenge
that is presented
in these dark times.
May the cry of the Earth
and all of her inhabitants
and the Cry of the People,
those who have been cast out
because of the color of their skin,
those who are poor, hungry, homeless,
despairing of a dawn,
incarcerated, angry and lost,
those young ones who cannot
find a home for their heart's longing,
who have been numbed into a silent despair--
May their cries be a roaring in our ears.
May we awaken to the ways
we have forgotten who we are
and what destiny calls us forward.
May the saving grace flow from the danger
that haunts our days,
that screams from tree and rock,
from bird and bear,
from behind prison walls,
from our bloody hands.
How will it penetrate our numbness,
our narcissism and denial?
Who is listening?
Can we find the center place
where the heart knows no bounds,
where we are brothers and sisters
who remember the forgotten Way In,
who walk the holy road
of passion and beauty and love,
whose eyes still light with wonder,
who fall speechless before Mystery,
who Care?
May the tears of Mother Earth melt
our hardened hearts
and the spirit of her children soar into our jaded lives
and ignite the flame of longing and memory
carried forward by our Ancestors.
--Mitakuye Oyasin, All My Relations
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