Life is Sacred

Walk softly on the warm earth, walk a narrow path;

go through the narrow gate, a beautiful

something is waiting.

Life is Sacred

On Earth, Men live and breathe

earth  floats like a mote

of dust in the galaxy

Men marvel at the rising and

the setting of the sun; the moon

The beauty is the stars in

the Indigo sky

Here is where we dream; where,

We live, love, and die, witness

A baby's birth, hear it's first

Cry_ listen to a mother sing

A sweet lullaby

There was a time when the holy ones

walked among us and the water

ran fresh and clear_ when the

fields were full of flowers

and the sound of honey bees

When the air was fresh and

clear_ when all life was

sacred

Man has drifted afar: How long

Can he shut his eyes, his ears

When did Man decide he no

Longer cared: It seems he

Forgotten his dreams

Forgotten his mother, father, neighbor

lover too: Forgot the soft rains

of spring_ of young children

running barefoot on the

grass on lazy summer

afternoons

Earth is where sacred things happen:

heaven is all around us_ but who will

re-awaken man - remind him 
of this?  Man needs reminding

many times - in many

ways that  earth is 
the place where 
sacred things 
happen 

Out on the plains, the deserts, 
the mountains and here_ 
by the water's edge

Earth_ is where sacred

Things happen - ©

Rachel Wolff - 2010

Photo by Clifford Hilliker