Mother Earth
If you hold mother earth in your hands, you feel the beginning and the end of life as it slips through your fingers.
We come from dust and return to dust.
When the softness of a summer’s breeze embraces you, or brushes by your face, know it is the love of someone who came before you and who now touches you with love. Do not fear the cold and blustery winds for they are the winds of change; they show you that life often comes with a challenge. Live with love and die with love. Give love to receive love, and never deny that love exists, for it is the love that Mother Earth gives us; she gives of it if freely every time we touch her, so learn to accept it, to deserve it. Touch her softly for she is fragile and she is weary, but above all she is our source of life.
Far too often these days, we forget that she is here for us but we are not always here for her. She is the source of our life, but she is struggling under the burden of our neglect of her. The air we breathe, the water we drink and the fruit we eat are all Mother Earth’s abundant offerings to us. What do we offer her in return?
Our waste and our abuse of someone so beautiful, as we casually toss our garbage out of the car window, deafening her sounds with the screech of tires, and foul her air with the exhaust, and that is only how we harm her in one of very many ways. The world is becoming filled with the detritus of human ignorance and neglect. She will not survive … nor will we if we don’t take the time to pay attention to her, to love her.
Someday, you will be returned to her.
