Stewards of the Land – A Poem of Hope for Planet Earth

Begat in the times of the great unknown; came a fertile and glorious planet

Trees, flowers, foodstuffs, and animals were in great and luxurious abundance

Fresh winds spilled cool air across the sun-drenched plains and craggy mountains

All things, both living and solid, shared in the collective energies of the realm

Perfection was without word, beauty had not yet been described, and all was peaceful

Woman and man were born of the great oak tree and presented with this splendor

All things were perfect and present while humanity took hold and rapidly flourished

Resources were not hoarded, trees not felled for profit, and water not brokered or bartered for

That which was available to one, was in fact available for all – none were excluded or shunned

Humanity was an extension of the great circle of life and balance and collectivism were guides

Some men grew unsettled, perhaps their minds were infiltrated and their conscious weakened

Hearts became blackened and souls stripped of the things which made them human

Greed, savagery, and forgetfulness grew unchecked and the land showed signs of suffering

Water became fouled, soil stripped of nutrients, and the air filled with acrid pollutants

Generations came and the turmoil grew stronger and stronger as each day passed into the next

Fewer and fewer stewards remained and thoughts that all might be lost prevailed

Then, without warning, one day passed – a day which was nondescript and without date or name

A day of reckoning was felt; multitudes of open minds were suddenly joined once again

This great happening led to an immaculate shift across the planet; as if a light was suddenly lit

Women and men turned inward in thought; without coercion, they came to the same conclusion

Each in turn stood bravely and shook free from the shackles of darkness and destruction

Returning to the old ways; the ways of those who shared in the collective energies of the realm

A daunting task lay ahead, but as each day passed, another candle was lit, another life saved

Each light a beacon for another light, and still another as bodies were drawn together

One by one they came looking for those who shared their same ancient vision of life

Not one man, but now every man speaks for the trees, the winds, the skies, and the rain

Not one woman, but every woman; every maiden, mother, and crone, speaks for life

There is strength in numbers and through a chorus of voices the word is being spread

Hear us oh great Goddess, our words are our power and we humbly offer them to you

For we that have been given so much, shall in turn give back to ensure our future

With milk and honey and our greatest good, we offer our blessings and commitment

 

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all.I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed.I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another.I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me.I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all. I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed. I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another. I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me. I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

2 thoughts on “Stewards of the Land – A Poem of Hope for Planet Earth

  • March 12, 2019 at 5:03 PM
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    Beautiful telling of our beloved planet, Ralph. May many candles be lit each moment, may many stewards step forth, and many souls feel the importance of restoring Mother Earth. Thank you for writing this inspirational poem. Well done dear poet.

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  • March 17, 2019 at 9:00 AM
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    I love the storytelling of the mythology in your poem. Incredible experience from first line on. Jamie

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