I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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23 April 2010

Arctic Volcano

When ice erupts in fire
and ash is filled with shards of glass
is that accident
or a clear message?
An Act of God,
we describe it. Do we
mean and believe what we say?

How many are listening?
How many are trembling?
Is Mother Gaia
voicing a protest?

Or is this cause and effect
too late for redress?

Do you remember the crop circles?
The real ones, not the fakes.
Many asked, what are they
trying to tell us?

If you looked you could see
mandala shapes: balance,
proportion, and harmony,
one side perfectly matching the other.
Also it wasn’t hard to perceive
gentleness, peace and beauty.
No guesswork required.

But we are hard of hearing,
though the Universe speaks loud.

April PAD Challenge 22
Prompt: an earth poem (for Earth Day)

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