Posts tagged mother earth

My pensive thought is of the broadest scope,

I pray it will not break.

My tortured heart endures with hope,

I pray it will not break.

The solace I find in prayers of peace,

I pray it will not break.

I think upon this sacred lease,

I pray it will not break.

The endeavour to which we are all consigned,

I pray it will not break.

God’s patience with humankind,

I pray it will not break

For our ourselves, our children and their children’s sake,

I pray it will not break

As a skater upon the ice clad lake,

I pray it will not break.

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Ann says:  This feel like a universal prayer.  I too hope the ground beneath our feet, this beautiful planet we inhabit, will not be broken due to our lack of foresight.

Copyright 2013 by Mustafa Demiri.

Image:  The Reverend Robert Walker Skating on Duddingston Loch  by Henry Raeburn.

I know if I find you I will have to leave the earth

and go on out

     over the sea marshes and the brant in bays

and over the hills of tall hickory

and over the crater lakes and canyons

and on up through the spheres of diminishing air

past the blackset noctilucent clouds

           where one wants to stop and look

way past all the light diffusions and bombardments

up farther than the loss of sight

    into the unseasonal undifferentiated empty stark

And I know if I find you I will have to stay with the earth

inspecting with thin tools and ground eyes

trusting the microvilli sporangia and simplest

     coelenterates

and praying for a nerve cell

with all the soul of my chemical reactions

and going right on down where the eye sees only traces

You are everywhere partial and entire

You are on the inside of everything and on the outside

I walk down the path down the hill where the sweetgum

has begun to ooze spring sap at the cut

and I see how the bark cracks and winds like no other bark

chasmal to my ant-soul running up and down

and if I find you I must go out deep into your

    far resolutions

and if I find you I must stay here with the separate leaves

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Ann says: A. R. Ammons was a biologist, a closeted pagan, and an excellent poet.  A fractal like this is one of the few images that can illustrate nature on almost any scale, as Ammons does in his soaring poem.

Copyright A. R. Ammons

Image:  Aerial Photo from the NASA book Earth as Art.