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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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.
I love the storytelling of the mythology in your poem. Incredible experience from first line on. Jamie