Gone from Appalachia - her mountaintop glory; mined by Massey Energy without compassion. Children sick from air and water, stumble weak before King Coal.
All that was precious in the days of our youth, Earth recalls in woe and sorrow.
Her creatures die with none to help them, at the hands of Exxon, now BP. World leaders shrug and look on helpless.
We have sinned greatly, and so are ailing. Our people who respected life, have come to defile it. We have stripped Earth naked, she shrinks back.
Oily waves slap the sand like a soiled hem; we were heedless of the cost of our appetite. We have sunk appallingly, there is no comfort. See, Breath of Life, this misery; how our avarice jeers!
Greed has laid hands on all dear to us. Your sanctuary plundered by multinationals full of contempt for Your holy community.
The Earth’s poor cry out as they search for nourishment; indigenous communities trade resources for food, to keep themselves alive.
>>> Hashivenu Yahh elecha v’nashuva, hadesh yameinu kekedem. >>> Let us return, help us repent, >>> You Who Breathe all Life; >>> Breathe us, Breathe us, >>> Breathe us into a new path--
2. Between the Fires (By Rabbi Arthur Waskow)
We are the generation that stands between the fires: Behind us the flame and smoke that rose from Auschwitz and from Hiroshima And from the burning of the Amazon forest; Before us the nightmare of a Flood of Fire, The flame and smoke that could consume all earth.
It is our task to make from fire not an all-consuming blaze But the light in which we see each other fully. All of us different, All of us bearing One Spark.
[Light a candle, or a torch, or clump of sage]
We light these fires to see more clearly That the earth and all who live as part of it Are not for burning. We light these fires to see more clearly The rainbow in our many-colored faces. Blessed is the One within the many. Blessed are the many who make One.
>>> Here! I will send you >>> Elijah the Prophet >>> Before the coming >>> of the great and terrible day >>> of YAHH, the Breath of Life. >>> And he shall turn the heart >>> Of parents to children >>> And the heart of children to their parents. >>> Lest I come and >>> Smite the earth >>> With utter destruction. >>> (From Malachi 3)
Here! we ourselves are coming Before the great and terrible day of smiting Earth — For we shall turn the hearts Of parents to children And the hearts of children to their parents So that this day of smiting Does not fall upon us.
An eco-log for your inner macro-invertebrate bird-watcher. For catching the tipping point and changing seasons. This is a living economy narrative for the imagination and soil.
ecofeminist magical realism-- science fiction folklore.
Upper Penns Creek Watershed. Ridge and Valley Region . Appalachia.