How fragile

(Time lapse view from space: Image Science and Analysis Laboratory, NASA Johnson Space Center)
 
 

How fragile,

how small,

this blue and golden ball

seems from up above,

a Christmas ball of love

with scintillating sparks,

and rainbows in the dark …

If you could see up close,

you’d see the smaller sparks

that mark the death of hopes

and leave a trail of dark…

and every day the ball turns

to face the warming sun,

reminding us to hope and heal

because this is the one:

A mother’s earthen ball of love

with everything we need:

food, and warmth, each other:

we hold paradise’s seed

And if only …

fear didn’t lie,

pride didn’t bleed,

if we could all believe our eyes,

then greed wouldn’t breed,

and if instead of teaching hate,

we taught everyone to read,

we could all ascend to see …

The glittering golden networks

more romantic than Paris

One common earth:

We must love it.

It will spare us.

 

(I originally published this poem on WriteWireless on June 26, 2013, and it is reblogged here in honor of Earth Day)

 

 

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