Reflections – Lennie St. Luce

Reflections – Lennie St. Luce

Launching our series of Reflection on our relationship with the Earth is this wonderful poem from our friend in Amsterdam, Lennie St. Luce. We look forward and welcome you to share your thinking, stories, pictures, works of art, songs etc that explore and reflect on our connection with nature and the Earth.

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Reflections

How to begin? Where does one start?
An un-original beginning but a truthful one?
How to tell of one who is dying
slowly suffocating, bleeding, choking?
While others laugh, dance, make money.
Part of the cycle of life and death?
In the midst of one we are within the other
It’s nothing new but,
This One is special
The source of the joy; the cause of the laughter, the dance
The making of money
Are the wellspring of Her ills.
Don’t think She is indestructible
Realise this is a murder
in which we are all accessories before the fact.
What’s so special about this One?
Does it matter if for every joyful hour we live
We lessen Her chances of survival?
People die very day. Everyone is unique
So true.
But this One is not recognised as a person
She is seen as a possession
People won’t believe that is it us who belong to her
Matricide.
Most heinous of crimes
Yet we will all willingly or resisting
Be guilty of the murder of our Mother, the Earth
I belong to earth, to this world
The earth sustains and guards all from ill
Who can doubt or deny it?
Look to life.
Everything is from the earth
The sun is here because the earth is here and
So much, much more
Who could not talk incessantly about the beauties of this planet
Who could not sing forever praises
To the place that gave them birth
But, what is the point
If we in our billion decide the earth belongs to us
Where have we shown care for our possessions?
Who divides the earth between them
They have lost their souls in a never ending
succession of matricidal generations.
Many cultures believe it takes seven generations without bloodshed
To remove the debt of a single murder
For how many centuries haw we carried a blood debt
To Indigenous peoples of the world?
So long and longer have we owed the same debt to the Earth.