Let Us Praise the Earth
The longer I hesitate
The harder it is to separate
my purpose from my fear.
Will anyone care
if my voice grows still?
Will anyone feel the need
to fill the gaping space
where once I claimed my modest place
between the earth and sky?
And why should it matter if I let go?
The earth will continue to spin and grow
without my words of appreciation
without the breathless anticipation
I feel for ever newborn leaf.
For every petal of every flower,
for every bird that holds the power
to dazzle every eager ear,
rebirthing hope, dissolving fear.
No longer will I hesitate
to praise the earth and share its fate.