"the earth is full..."

"For as the earth
bringest
forth
her bud..."
- Isaiah



oh mother
earth

pregnant with
seed
and bud
and full-blown
rose

your rich
dark
loamy soil
a womb for what
we forget
predates us in His
line of
creation

your heart,
like hers,
does not wait for
symbol sun,
or child's voice to
radiate a love
that warms
and
holds
and
heals...

you do not
say
"only when I feel the
heat of orb or
hand,
or cradled head"
will I rise and
nurture,
bring forth and
delight

you carry within
you the
true light, 
the
light of Love
so certain
in the sure glow of
what is

the unshakable Truth that 
all is
His
and you are
but
the incubus of
Her Self-expression,
a divine imperative 
to
Be

and so you
rest beneath a blanket of
snow,
never ceasing to
hold bud and blossom
in the
soft embrace of
your ever-conscious
vision 
transfixed on
wholeness,
perfection,
beauty, 
potential, 
worth

just as he
never forgot that in
the summer of his
growing

there was also
the
autumn of his
glory,
and the
springtide of
his
rising...

for 
us




"the earth
is full
of Thy
riches..."

~ Psalms