Our Earth

Take my hand. Here,

We have found ourselves in The Cathedral.

A jewel of shining sapphire

in an otherwise inhospitable universe.

Be still

We have remembered we are here.

A rare place,

Where days, like coins, spread gold and amber

and city-lights gleam,

as continents turn their burning altars

through the night.

Here storms gloam and shadow

and grasses bow in fields upon their knees.

Do you hear her Hymns, now we Remember?

The ice singing over frozen lake,

the hush and roar of flowing ocean?

Do you hear her whales,

see the swirling birds arc up in prayer

through white visions of ghostly mist?

We had almost forgotten.

Replaced the real with cheap fad and empty trinket.

With prestige and hollow idol,

With endless doing to fill the void, as we clear-cut voids

into hallowed ground.

But Here... hush.

Under dome and brilliant tapestry of sky

the scales are falling.

Beneath pinnacle of mountain

and steepled spires of ancient forest.

In the sermon of changing seasons,

and in baptismal rain,

in her wild storms and rough, dark clay

We find Redemption

For Nature has no position.

She was here before us and will be here

long after.

And from distanced supplications, we have finally woken

to find our souls undone, to Life

Her closed vaults open.

And in Her Cathedral, we see. No --

we Remember.

Our dear Earth and the sweetest Heaven,

Were always One.

~ Rachel Alana, (R.A Falconer)

image | bart van meele