Planet
May walking the wood
keep us clear, calm, and cool when
we stand, speak for Good.
May we substitute,
in urban, rural, wild lands,
bullets for soul seeds.
May gun barrels wilt,
like flowers, spent after bloom.
And become compost.
Aspirational?
Yes, as we’re not there quite yet.
Possible? Perhaps.
To pray and to act.
In and for our home planet.
To act and to pray.
To act and to pray.
On behalf of everyone.
To pray and to act.
To pray and to act.
With everything we have, are.
To act and to pray.
May rain come and fall.
May creeks trickle, rush, and flow.
May young saplings grow.
May rain fall,
may suns rise.
May clouds shade,
may pain fade.
Mother Earth,
may we protect your elements,
syncing with your life rhythms
our human instruments.
May we participate
in the continuation of life
skillfully, sensitively,
intentionally, wisely.
May we tend tenderly
to that granted to us
by true grace.
May we guard fiercely
that gifted to us
by good gods.
May we grow gratefully
that given to us
by kind Goodness.
May we enjoy
what is enjoyable,
taking nothing away from anyone.
May we grieve
for what is grievable,
distinguishing what is and is not acceptable.
May we appreciate
what is available,
making good use of what is useful.
May we waste not.
Not water, nor food, nor fuel.
Not word, nor thought, nor deed.
Not energy, nor strength, nor time.
May we waste not.
Not anywhere,
not any longer,
not anymore.
May we use well
all that we have,
all that is given,
all that is earned.
May we use it all well.
May we figure out,
before time is up,
the elements,
the equation,
the formula,
the methods
for conservation,
for co-creation,
for coexistence,
for cooperation,
for consciousness,
for communion.
May we meet our maker’s motives.
May we fulfill the intention
of evolution and of creation.
May we make
at least as much
as we take.
May our treading
track light and purposeful,
without trampling the pastures.
May the traces of our travels and travails
serve as compost in the trail.
May people live in this planet
as long as we are sufficiently
healthy and helpful,
able to appreciate and to contribute
to goodness and grace,
beyond the human race.
May people leave this planet
once we are not sufficiently
healthy and helpful,
able to appreciate and contribute
to goodness and grace,
beyond the human race.
May we stay
in this planet’s premises
only until we’ve fulfilled
enough productive promises.
May our wheels
keep on turning,
for as long as we travel
with the Earth’s twirling.
May our petitions
hoist kites far and away
to where fresh air can be found,
as stubborn strong branches
reach high,
hoping.
May our prayers
help tap the wells
until reaching pure clean water,
as tenacious taproots
dig deep,
trusting.
