"Hope takes root
in suffering and sadness."
- David Montgomery in his essay
in the Washington Post
Hope is a radical act,
an act of love,
a refusal to be defeated,
a promise to the planet,
an offer to help,
right here, where I am,
that says: I see you, each struggling
tree and wolf and salmon.
Your right to live is
just the same as mine.
Hope does not turn away
in despair. It steps out the door,
joins the blockade, writes the
letters, signs the petitions.
It holds out its hand,
says "How can I help?"
Hope is the Raging Grannies
on the steps of Legislature.
It is the refusal to allow
the Earth's destruction.
It is the peoples' voice
telling government
we demand climate action.
Hope cleans the beaches,
greens the planet,
grows a garden, saves an old tree,
unblocks the small creek where
fish are trapped, writes the poems,
sings the songs, finds homes for the strays.
Hope puts huge doses of positivity
and action and willingness
out into the world, an energy
that travels far, and catches fire.
May it spread through our billions
of hearts. May our billions of hands
reach out to heal Mother Earth
right where we are. May the grey clouds
of hopelessness draw back
to reveal a morning shining down
on Earth Warriors, encouraging the bees,
removing plastic from the ocean
and turning it into roads, restoring
wildlife corridors, planting forests,
walking more, driving less,
feeding the hungry and dispossessed.
May that morning sun rise upon
an earth that's truly blessed,
each of us doing what we do best.
Loving the Earth with hands and hearts,
where our Mother needs help,
we find a way. There is a little
prayer I pray:
Let's turn all the guns into ploughshares,
and with them till the hearts of humankind,
so together we can turn the soil
of Mother Earth
onto a better, kinder,
more all-inclusive
day.
Day 19
for Brendan at earthweal whose wonderful essay prompt, in honour of Earth Day, is to write affirmations of ways of restoring Earth.
I’m feeling so much more hopeful after reading your poem, Sherry! I love the personification of hope in the lines:
ReplyDelete‘Hope cleans the beaches,
greens the planet,
grows a garden, saves an old tree,
unblocks the small creek where
fish are trapped, writes the poems,
sings the songs, finds homes for the strays.’
Yes, we have to find a way to keep hope alive. I like the way this poem expressed hope in action.
ReplyDeleteOh How lovely Sherry.
ReplyDeleteI also love how you turned hope into all those different actions to heal and save our precious world. Thank you,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
A beautiful poem and prayer Sherry, there's so much we can do. 'May our billions of hands reach out to heal Mother Earth right where we are' xxx
ReplyDeleteI loved the picture of hope you have given to the reader. So simple some of these tasks.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful and timely message of hope, Sherry. Hope 'writes the poems/sings the songs.' Yes. Let's keep singing!
ReplyDeleteI read somewhere that the words "radical" has etymological stock in "uprooting" -- a truly radical act changes us deeply from within. And radical hope is exactly that. Poetry re-writes the world in that hope. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteHope is radical - it promotes change and change is what is needed to save our planet from man-made woes. We need to be conscious of healing the earth, it's the only place we can truly call home.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful prayer. May we live up to it.
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful! Leaves me feeling hopeful and recharged to do more ��
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