weak and defenseless
they shout about her virtue
as if she is silent and mute
yet, she's endured the trials of the universe
the cycles of her nature
are we so arrogant to believe
we are capable of her ultimate destruction?
as around the star christened Sol
she dances another turn
until the sun consumes her
then, perhaps, the waltz begins again
in her wisdom she'll outlast us
touched by cosmic winds
she'll give birth to new creatures
who'll compete for kingdoms
erected on her valleys and mountains
perhaps coveting her body
as she seems to remain silent
yet mindful of all that dwell within her
maybe she'll even wonder
who will survive or whose existence will end
but it is she who is the mistress
we are merely pawns in her ancient hands.
(c)Kent Miller 2009
Kent's juxtaposition of Mother/Woman and Mother/Earth in this poem works well for me. He depicts her as a strong, sensitive, wise, verdant life. It seems we, all too readily, treat her with presumptive disregard, claiming assumed superiority...and all to our own peril.
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