Lone Wolf Circles – Gaia Bless
Gaia Bless
us each in our fleeting, mortal moment,
our willingness to feel, our trying to make it real.
Gaia Bless
all the sensitive souls among our blighted human kind,
bless those who reject the distractions of our age
to hear the cries of the sacred Mother.
Gaia Bless
those that hear and respond to Her Call
with struggle, even when struggle fails;
with healing, even when our healing proves less than adequate
to stem the flow of precious Gaian blood;
and with prayer, even as we ache to understand her answers
cast in evolutionary code, in the rustling of den-bound snakes
and the shaking of Her winter storms.
Gaia Bless
the old folks who talk to weeds, and kids who ask too many questions.
Gaia Bless
the tribes and the tribeless;
the happily married, those seeking and those contented alone;
those who forgive but never forget;
and all the imperfect two-leggeds who serve the perfection of Nature.
Gaia Bless
those who oppose the bulldozers
and those who instead plant flowers in the bulldozer’s most recent tracks;
the teachers and the hermits, the first and the last.
Gaia Bless those of our kind instilled with patience,
unwilling to deny Her the thousands of years of painful change
that is her timely rite of passage.
And Gaia Bless
the impatient among us as well,
unwilling and unable to accept the reality of temporary defeats,
risking drowning in the depths
to assist even a little the height of her rising tides.
Gaia Bless
Her warriors, who give up their freedom, their families,
their homes and their lives
for something greater than our lonely, individual selves.
Gaia Bless
those bound to constant movement, winging through tornadoes,
migrating through the years;
including those too busy to stop and smell the earth.
And Gaia Bless
those remaining still enough through these storms of transition,
who bond their flesh to dirt,
who hear and record her instruction and song,
who touch her earthen skin just the way She likes and tend her willow hair.
Gaia Bless
all those who try, succeed or fail,
those who always act decisively, but never out of hatred;
yes… those whose every living breath
asserts their pledge of Love.
By our hearts and our acts may we be Worthy.
Gaia Bless. Gaia Bless.
J. Wolf Hardin
Feb.-Mar. 1999 Earth First!
Date: September 14, 2012
Categories: Lone Wolf Circles
