Gaia is ready. Are you?

After darkness is worn
and transfers to the light of morn
diligent watchman, salty Shore
is keeping score

Mother Earth raises her head
to salute watchman Shore and Father Sun
but gasps with dread
at her glaciers almost gone

So Earth cries day and night
and Sun hurriedly wipes her tears away
In the dimming of the light
he promises to find a way

But the way — it needs roots
attached to human hearts and brains
for without one or the other
it would all be in vain

***

On Medium where I contribute articles, a dear friend, Desiree Driesenaar, invited us, girls, to get our hands dirtied with birthing blood.

“To be midwives,” she said and added, “The problems are big, but the solutions aren’t too difficult. We just have to zoom out. Become eagles. Fly on thermal cycles. See through the mist and do what we are born to do.

“We limit the flow of abundance by making business models on scarcity. As if creating money is all that counts. Don’t we see it? We cannot eat money! We cannot breathe money! We cannot drink money!

“Why is clean water not way more important than the brand of shampoo that is killing our rivers with life-threatening chemicals?”

Exactly! That’s what I want to know.
Desiree offers suggestions. This is how we’ll do this, she says:

1. Rewild Our Souls

2. Wake Up and Learn

3. Head, Heart, and Hands

Her words echo in my soul. I hear Mother weeping, I want to help– and so I gave birth to the above awareness poem.

Won’t you join by adding your strength to this great cause that concerns us all?
For Gaia.
Because we care.
This is about Us, earthlings. Let’s do what we can.
Now.

“The Time has come. 50 years ago the seeds were planted and now the new world wants to be born.
“Please, let’s start writing the stories that matter.” ~Desiree Driesenaar on Medium: Hey Girls, Can we Please Start Birthing a New World? 

This poem was first published on Medium as Birthing a New World.

THANKS FOR READING
I Wish Us Miracles.