Earth Mother's Lament
When you walk on Mother Earth, tread softly.
She has a dented spirit which needs healing.
She is as lonely as a lone pine tree in a desert, for lack of those who turn to her for her love. Who in turn go to her realm to give her love.
She is a Nurturer and Creator, but no longer do the people hear the lullaby at night as she sings all creatures to sleep.
Nor do they feel the warmth of her caresses at dawn and sunset or hear her words of wisdom on clear moonlit nights.
She is at one with all creatures large and small, and they attune themselves to her heart beat, all except mankind.
They are so concerned with surviving in this world that they build concrete and steel, dam rivers, fill the air with toxic fumes and metals, and block out the Creators energy with rays that slowly kills all that lives on the surface of the planet.
The seas and all the waters are contaminated and her animals are hunted, and her plants are destroyed, not just for food but for self gratification and so called sport, or to build a temple to the god of sex in their lives.
Mother Earth weeps with sadness and pain for she must do what is needed for this planet to keep it in harmony with the Universe. This might mean using the so called "natural disasters" to call heed to her needs.
Yet, still few hear her cry, for all to listen to her. Many love her and all that she is, yet even though they rise up and speak to others to care for her, they do not ask her to reveal herself to them.
She is a sentient being with a Soul, a Body, a Heart Beat, and Love, Joy, Beauty, but now also Sadness and Pain.
She is able to communicate and will do so if you truly believe in her and love her. She has her own form of communication which has no need of language, yet you will know what she is asking and giving you, not in words, but in feelings.
It is not just the gifted but all who should be embracing with open arms, the Love of Mother Earth. For then, there will be more happiness on Earth.
Given to Cearna by Esui Tokagawa (the Great Shogun of Japan)
(Reprinted with permission.)
To Mary
The twentieth year is well-nigh past,
Since first our sky was overcast;
Ah would that this might be the last! My Mary!
Thy spirits have a fainter flow,
I see thee daily weaker grow --
'Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary!
Thy needles, once a shining store,
For my sake restless heretofore,
Now rust disused, and shine no more, My Mary!
For though thou gladly wouldst fulfil
The same kind office for me still,
Thy sight now seconds not thy will, My Mary!
But well thou played'st the housewife's part,
And all thy threads with magic art
Have wound themselves about this heart, My Mary!
Thy indistinct expressions seem
Like language uttered in a dream;
Yet me they charm, whate'er the theme, My Mary!
Thy silver locks, once auburn bright,
Are still more lovely in my sight
Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary!
For could I view nor them nor thee,
What sight worth seeing could I see?
The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary!
Partakers of thy sad decline,
Thy hands their little force resign;
Yet, gently pressed, press gently mine, My Mary!
And then I feel that still I hold
A richer store ten thousandfold
Than misers fancy in their gold, My Mary!
Such feebleness of limbs thou prov'st,
That now at every step thou mov'st
Upheld by two; yet still thou lov'st, My Mary!
And still to love, though pressed with ill,
In wintry age to feel no chill,
With me is to be lovely still, My Mary!
But ah! by constant heed I know,
How oft the sadness that I show
Transforms thy smiles to looks of woe, My Mary!
And should my future lot be cast
With much resemblance of the past,
Thy worn-out heart will break at last, My Mary!
William Cowper
Ah! This is my Queen Mary Broussard, aka "Nomad Cyber Queen"! She is dynamite in a small package! This lady can really make your eyes near about pop out of your head at the georgeous art she does! I see her work all over the Internet! Mary is also one of my very special Heart-Sisters and a special Goddess-Sister!
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