_Good Earth Fry Day_
My son tells me that a large sun flare
Once caused the Northern Lights to be visible
As far south as Texas.
The next day, a power outage affected millions of Canadians.
We are not the owners of this planet,
Nor are we prisoners of it.
We are merely visitors
Who’ve overstayed our welcome.
It seems fitting that it’s raining today.
Water, the hope and life’s blood of the earth,
is not pretty, nor is it ugly.
It just is.
It is necessary,
And no Japanese tsunami will change that.
It is the quietest and most ubiquitous of miracles.
It is grace raining down:
Two parts hydrogen,
One part Spirit,
Programmed to return to its Source
When things start to get hot.
It is glaciers,
Millions of years old,
Tumbling every few months
into the North Atlantic
Like the tick-tick-tick
Of a watch we have overwound,
Stretching the spring to its breaking point.
Water is inherently good.
The Problem is we who withold it–
Or sell it, divert it, waste it, ignore it,
Dam it, control it, pollute it,
and squeeze the life out of it
Ten species at a time.
And so this is not Earth Day
So much as it is Water Day.
It is a bad Creation dream
intersecting with sin and death,
As we pierce the side of the sun with our spears,
Whether water or blood will leak out,
While Mother sits at the foot of our cross,
And waters the soil with her tears.
It is finished.