Walking on the dike last night, I remembered a poem that came to me more than ten years ago as I walked home in the quiet dusk from Bear Creek Park.
Today I felt moved to revise it, but only slightly.
Earth Abides
As the sun sets here to bring heat and light to the far side of our planet
the moon rises pink and
enormous.
What does it portend?
Growing brighter as I
walk,
it clears the gap between
trees as dusk deepens.
In the midst of mystery,
we have lived careless,
forgetful beneath the
glare of streetlights,
of the nightly blessing
of the moon’s faithful lantern
illuminating our earthly
path.
Careless, we’ve forgotten
the many gifts of our mother,
on whose bosom we yet walk
and live.
Yet still, in mysterious
munificence,
our earth abides.
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