At 73
I don't want to cut down
a living Christmas Tree.
I want the tree
left in its natural habitat
to release oxygen into the air,
and help fight global warming
and climate change.
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Showing posts with label climate change. Show all posts
Showing posts with label climate change. Show all posts
Tuesday, December 24, 2019
Sunday, December 08, 2019
Climate Change: The Voice of Earth
Listen to the voice of Mother Earth,
weeping over her children's disrespect,
Crying for the destruction of her forest,
for the melting of her glaciers,
and the fracking of her bones.
Can you feel the pain of Mother Earth,
as humanity destroys
continent by continent
her beauty
and humanity's chance to survive.
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weeping over her children's disrespect,
Crying for the destruction of her forest,
for the melting of her glaciers,
and the fracking of her bones.
Can you feel the pain of Mother Earth,
as humanity destroys
continent by continent
her beauty
and humanity's chance to survive.
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Saturday, December 07, 2019
Climate Change
Climate change is real
caused--
at least in part--
by humanity's
greed,
and lack of respect
for the planet
of its birth.
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caused--
at least in part--
by humanity's
greed,
and lack of respect
for the planet
of its birth.
Visit My Portfolio @ Writing.Com
Sunday, January 19, 2014
A Good Start to a New Week: Sunday, January 19, 2014
Jamál (Beauty), 1 Sulṭán (Sovereignty), 170 BE - Sunday, January 19, 2014 about 10:13 am Pacific Standard Time
Feast of Sovereignty
a good start to a new week
and to a new month.
I attended the Feast of Sulṭán last night. It was held in the home of a friend, who picked out some beautiful and spiritually charged readings. I am glad I attended feast because it changed my entire mood and cause me to feel better then I did yesterday afternoon.
The Feast of Sulṭán
a new nineteen days began
a joyful new month.
During the second portion of feast, I got an idea for a new piece of writing. I'm not sure yet whether the piece will be a story, a poem, or an essay because the only thing I have is the title. The tentative or working title is "Spiritual Climate Change". At this point, I think I will make it about spiritual transformation, but I could also use it as a metaphor for the physical climate change Earth is going through right now. I will have to say some prayers and meditate on this subject.
Feast of Sovereignty
a good start to a new week
and to a new month.
I attended the Feast of Sulṭán last night. It was held in the home of a friend, who picked out some beautiful and spiritually charged readings. I am glad I attended feast because it changed my entire mood and cause me to feel better then I did yesterday afternoon.
The Feast of Sulṭán
a new nineteen days began
a joyful new month.
During the second portion of feast, I got an idea for a new piece of writing. I'm not sure yet whether the piece will be a story, a poem, or an essay because the only thing I have is the title. The tentative or working title is "Spiritual Climate Change". At this point, I think I will make it about spiritual transformation, but I could also use it as a metaphor for the physical climate change Earth is going through right now. I will have to say some prayers and meditate on this subject.
Monday, April 22, 2013
Earth Day: The Faces of Climate Change
Kamál (Perfection), 14 Jalál (Glory), 170 BE - Monday, April 22, 2013 about 2:47 PM Pacific Daylight Time
Everywhere I look,
I see the faces of climate change.
I see the faces of climate change,
in scorched fields
waiting for rain that will never come.
I see the faces of climate change,
in the eyes of mothers
wondering where they will find food
for their starving children.
I see the faces of climate change,
in dust clouds
of fertile topsoil
blowing across once prosperous
farm land.
I see the faces of climate change,
in the faces of animals
searching for green
in the middle of brown and dying
meadow.
Everywhere I look,
I see the faces of climate change.
Everywhere I look,
I see the faces of climate change.
I see the faces of climate change,
in scorched fields
waiting for rain that will never come.
I see the faces of climate change,
in the eyes of mothers
wondering where they will find food
for their starving children.
I see the faces of climate change,
in dust clouds
of fertile topsoil
blowing across once prosperous
farm land.
I see the faces of climate change,
in the faces of animals
searching for green
in the middle of brown and dying
meadow.
Everywhere I look,
I see the faces of climate change.
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