Giants of the Earth #poetry

Giants there were in the earth in those days
Striding across the hills, walking the land
Giants roamed along all the world-ways
Monsters, phantasms, vanished from their advance

They warmed their cold hands with enormous fires
Giants there were in the earth in those days
Flying across the sky, fast as a blink
The whole world was like their back lawn

Giants roamed along all the world-ways
Sea animals grew deaf, and land animals trembled
In the age of the thundering giants.
Giants there were in the earth in those days.

Much was lost and forgotten — a butterfly’s kiss,
The wind’s buffet, and snow softly falling
Giants roamed along all the world-ways
Rising ever higher yet forgetting

Their roots — who they are and where they came from.
Giants there were in the earth in those days,
Giants roamed along all the world-ways.

We are the giants.

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Untitled (Giants) #poetry

Giants there were in the earth in those days
Striding across the hills, walking the land
Giants roamed along all the world-ways
Monsters, phantasms vanished from their approach
They warmed their cold hands with enormous fires
Giants there were in the earth in those days
Flying across the sky, fast as a blink
The whole world was to them their back garden
Giants roamed along all the world-ways
On land, animals trembled and sea animals grew deaf
In the age of the thundering giants.
Giants there were in the earth in those days.
Much was lost and forgotten — a butterfly’s kiss,
The wind’s buffet, and snow softly falling
Giants roamed along all the world-ways
Rising ever higher yet forgetting
Their roots — who they were and where they came from.
Giants there were in the earth in those days,
Giants roamed along all the world-ways.
We are the giants.

This is an unfinished poem — a draft. Comments welcome.

We are changing the Earth … but should we?

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We have entered the Anthropocene, the age of humans manipulating the Earth so much that we are altering its very geology and nutrient cycles, such as the nitrogen and carbon dioxide cycles.

But just because we can manipulate it, doesn’t mean we should. Stop mountaintop coal mining today. The human and environmental toll is simply too high. From entire towns relocated, to valleys filled with coal slurry, to dead children killed by dislodged boulders, to  disappearing mountains and men dead of cancer at 22, the toll is simply too high. What right do we have to demand people’s lives to answer our greed for energy to fuel our lifestyles?

Will You Turn Out Your Lights?

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In half an hour (my local time), Earth Hour begins. All across the world today, at 8:30 pm local time, the lights are going out to draw attention to human resource use and the impact it has on our planet.

Some people think it is a useless demonstration, others think that it makes a real point and a real difference?

What do you think?

Sunday Service: Spring Equinox

Today was the spring equinox, with 12 hours of light and 12 hours of dark. It’s also the official start of spring. Now, it snowed here yesterday, so I’m not sure that spring is here quite yet, but I think it’s coming!

Today is a good day to celebrate our connections to the earth and to each other. This is one of the two days in the entire year when everyone, all over the world, has the same amount of light and dark as everyone else. It’s a good day to celebrate our common humanity.

As humans, we all need the same things — food and water, shelter and safety. We also need loving kindness: love and compassion, justice and mercy, grace and forgiveness. No matter what our beliefs, we should strive to offer these things to others, and accept them when we are fortunate enough to be offered them.

I challenge you, this spring equinox, to think of five ways you can offer more of the emotions of loving kindness to people you meet and the people already in your life before the fall equinox, the other day of equal light and dark. As the days lengthen to the summer solstice, and then shorten again on the way to winter, how can you offer up more loving kindness?

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My Inadequate Words

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I try to write poetry about spirituality, my worldview, and philosophy/religion. Occasionally I am reminded that these are poor efforts on my part and that others have said the same thing in much better words.

The final two stanzas of Each in His Own Tongue, by William Herbert Carruth:

Like tides on a crescent sea beach,
When the moon is new and thin,
Into our hearts high yearnings
Come welling and surging in –
Come from the mystic ocean,
Whose rim no foot has trod –
Some of us call it Longing,
And others call it God.

A picket frozen on duty,
A mother starved for her brood,
Socrates drinking the hemlock,
And Jesus on the rood;
And millions, who, humble and nameless,
The straight, hard pathway plod –
Some call it Consecration,
And others call it God.

We sang this today in church (although with a different title, A Firemist and A Planet, and slightly different words). While I don’t agree with every sentiment in the poem, I was filled with love and gratitude for all our life here on Earth, and a sharp realization that my poetry is only a poor cousin to a creation like this.

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