Dappled light through the dark egresses
\nShafts of brilliance falling immeasurably
\nA disservice to measure such a thing
\nBy divisive terms not accurate enough
\nTo explain the possibilities contained within
\nThe dark folds of evergreens and undergrowth
\nExpansive for the soul, such nature unbinds
\nThe heart, the being, and the mind
\nFreeing the spirit within to witness God
\nFingers of creation reaching for the sky
\nCrag covered majesty stretching ever
\nFolds of ancient hardened earth demanding
\nFor us minute creatures to witness it
\nTo take upon its view and be humbled
\nFor such majesty has a cost eternal
\nAnd we pay willingly, without reservation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This place is not our own, it is borrowed
\nEarth surrounds us and we declared ourselves
\nMasters and owners and drivers and destructors
\nBut no thing such as that can be owned by man
\nOur ancestors knew, they intuitively understood
\nThat holy places do not fall under deeds
\nNor are they contained in writ or word of law
\nExcept to except them from such things
\nNo treasure this great can be owned by man
\nTetons laugh in their ancient grinding tongue
\nAs their arms spread wide to the universe
\nWheeling above them in matching grand majesty
\nWe pave roads, we build lodges, we find paths
\nBut all of it is temporary, an itch, a fever
\nThat the earth must endure, but will surpass
\nWe are nothing but witnesses to their glory.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The lift is heavier for my children
\nThan it should have been for my myself
\nThan it could have been for my parents
\nI saw an article from 1900 saying coal
\nCould end this civilization, and even then
\nWhat? Apathy? Dismissal and scoffs?
\nMen in walnut paneled rooms not caring
\nFor a future they would never see
\nFor an impossible possibility ignored
\nThey carried on, pushed further
\nFor human progress was the greater goal
\nCould they know that there is no other
\nThere is not another step, there is
\nNothing beyond the edges, around corners
\nThis is all there will ever be
\nAnd the mountains shall not mourn our passing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Now, forests burn uncontrolled world-round
The darkness is encroaching on us now
Pushing further on, embittering us to a future
That no one wants but few stand against
Deniers and apotheosis of ignorance
Elevating opinion to beyond science
They revel in their misinformation
Finding destruction preferred to acceptance
Resolute in their mud prisons of idiocy
They wallow in their filth of usage
Discarding trash unrecoverable, surmountable
Eating acres of flesh in their desire
For comfort and fulfillment within, bottomless
They are depths of pits without end
And we all carry the cross which we will hang
How will this not lead to the end?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Such questions are fraught with uncertainty
\nSuch concerns are shot through with fear
\nBut what are we, not improbable creatures
\nTo pull ourselves from the soup
\nFrom the impossible aims of dumb evolution
\nFrom the mired counter of human driven
\nPressures of hate and tribalism, unbound
\nYet we gather, we sing, we alight
\nTo a shared human experience, inescapable
\nWe are the same at our cores, in our hearts
\nWe love, we care, we share along our tables
\nWe must surpass our tribes and banners
\nWe shall cast our flags to the fires
\nWe must forget our mirrors and remove
\nOur own that create such prejudice and division
\nWe must incrementally craft hope within.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We must find ourselves again, hidden now
\nOur natures are here, among us all, our hands
\nNeed to feel the earth again, we must touch
\nLike an eager lover, full of anticipation
\nThe turn of the dark soil under our blackened
\nFingernails, and we must fill our neighbor’s
\nBowls, ensuring they can eat with us
\nThat we can serve them our labors and loves
\nAnd they can care for us when we struggle
\nWe must find the sparks of hope within
\nPull them from the husk covered shells
\nBreathe upon them shallowly, give them breath
\nAnd speak to them of love, unbound
\nAgape of the soil, of our neighbor, ourselves
\nWe isolate the sparks, blowing into fires
\nAnd bring our hope brilliantly into the future.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Will the mountain care for such things?
\nWill it speak of us in its ancient language
\nAs the planet continues onwards its journey
\nInterminable, hurtling billions of miles forward
\nBut our children and their children can
\nSee all of this, and marvel upon the glories
\nThat we managed not to destroy and remove
\nThey can stand upon this clearing
\nThey will take this sight and internalize it
\nWeeping at the glory discovered
\nThe sight now fulfilled and brought home
\nTo share with their hope filled friends
\nTheir loves and their passions
\nApart of this earth, hands feeling warmth
\nOf stone and soil, sun and stars
\nAll of them, made ours, true progress found. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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