Notice the figs and other trees;Luke 21: 29-32
as soon as their leaves sprout
you can see for yourselves
that summer comes near.
So, when you see these things taking place,
know too that God’s Realm approaches.
What is the land trying to tell you?
Though we might speed
through thin air
and on inflated wheels roll around
still our feet,
sooner or later,
must surely grace holy ground.
Bare your soles,Exodus 3:5
for this land
on which you stand is sacred.
We might reduce the land
beneath and around us
to a resource, ready to be developed or exploited,
for it is foundation and
source of sustenance,
as well as sheltering living room.
We might perhaps perceive our selves
elevated, beyond earth,
supreme among beings.
And we might even harbor
the delusional grandeur
that timeless terrain is our exclusive domain.
Yet, before the stone-studded yard of graves,
the inevitability of being grounded
finally comes to rest.
For the soil beneath insulated soles
is but crumbled humus of long forgotten lives
that trod the clay before us.
And while we may ignore ground
disdain dirt, take earth for granted,
exhaust and despoil soil,
land has its own voice and,
heeded or not,
always has the last word.
If listening is love and love is listening,
then baring souls to greet the ground
becomes a radical act of adoration.
While we must toil to work the soil,
land needs to work on us,
and train us how to give and live in love.
I used to think the top global problems wereJames Gustave Speth
biodiversity loss, ecosystem collapse
and climate change … I was wrong.
The top environmental problems are
selfishness, greed and apathy
and to deal with these we need
a spiritual and cultural transformation.
Whether you realize it or not,
your home is already founded
on holy land, and everywhere,
in urban sprawl, deserted plain,
seashore, wood or mountain,
sacred sanctuary craves your presence.
Neither exiles, orphans, nor accidental tourists,
but pilgrims are we
always sauntering on “Sante Terre” – Holy Ground.
Wilderness peopleJoe Grant, Scratchings
see a garden in waiting,
grace-land not wasteland.
With the land itself as hermitage,
each leaf and blade of grass
offers a wide welcome home.
And amid a daily information deluge
ageless ground invites immersion
into the deep drift of untamed time.
Wider than heady self-preoccupations,
interiority and conceptual contemplation,
listening to land penetrates us with wild presence.
Here we remember the carbon of our body
was birthed from stardust
Here, with no land left to push us off
of we create Home amongst the stars
Here, shining, whole, and a hundred
We are a migrant constellation
We are homeJess X. Snow
We are home
Though we belong to earth,
pervasive alienation reveals that
we have lost our place in the chorus of creation.
So, we listen
not to save Earth
but to be restored and reclaimed by land.
With patient urgency earth aches
for us to end this self-imposed
exile from sacred soil.
So, as you listen to the land
may earth also listen through you
till you receive and share Ceud Mìle Fàilte
–a hundred thousand welcomes-home!