by Rene Riter

Created on: May 16, 2008   Last Updated: May 17, 2008

Keepers of the Earth

Her face is like the sun, radiant and warm.
Her hair flows about her in a backdrop of endless sapphire and ebony.
The silvery moon and golden stars are the jewels in her crown.
Cradled in her arms, nestled close to her bosom,
She holds like a precious child, a magnificent orb.
An iridescent sphere of color and motion, the orb is her child, the earth.

The earth mother possesses the very essence of all life.
She graciously sustains all living things great and small in and upon the earth.
We humans, keepers of the earth child, have become wasteful and wanton.
From mother and child we have taken and not replaced, used and not replenished.
We have destroyed and not restored, exploited and not reserved
We have forsaken the earth mother and cast her child to the wind.
The child struggles in vain to desperately cling to its mother.
The mother weeps and moans as her grasp upon her child is loosened.
Like sand blowing in the wind her child is being swept away.
The mother's face reddens with anger, tears stream down salty as the sea.
The waters on the earth run dark and bitter, stagnant and poison.
She hurls the gemstones from her crown to the earth like fiery balls.
The air is filled with smoke, thick, moist and stifling to the keepers of the earth.
The surface of the earth burns hot; reducing to ashes all that is upon it.
The mother's wrath is an effort to save her child from those who seek to destroy it.
She knows fire will cleanse the earth child, purify it and enable it to flourish.
The orb spins once again in color and motion safely in its mother's arms.
The keepers of the earth are banished and shall not return to harm the earth child forever more.

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