Today I heard the world,
like us, is wounded. She needs
our wonder and our tenderness.
Listen carefully and you will hear
her pleading for tending only you
and I can give.
Step outside and relish her.
Slowly. With open ears
and eyes. And soon.
Befriending her begets
A kind of birth,
A well-rooted bringing forth.
In turn, earth will ravish
and astonish us.
Lake rippling at dusk, green hills
punctuated by boulders big as hippos,
birds halfway to the moon,
clouds sprawling across sky's
pink belly--
all calling us into a way of being wild
and whole we've yearned for
in our sleep-walking state
before the other birth.
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