The Gift of Earth
Beneath the deep infernal noise
That cries and swirls surrounding me
There reigns a touching, silent peace,
All calm, enduring, full of poise.
The quaking earth, its broken side
With dark brown lines from my old plow,
Accepts the seed I scatter now.
It yields to my observing stride
And takes, in silence, all my care –
Absorbing, patiently, the sun
To finish work I have begun
With water, dung, and bits of prayer.
Prolific crops may grow, or none.
I sense them growing in my dreams,
In visions, in reality
As I am witness at each dawn:
I see the earth has moved. The wind
In hurried rushes, as a breeze
Or as a storm, advances, streams
And struggles with the pregnant land:
The gift that is my food, the birth
(for which there is an ancient song)
A miracle. When strength is gone
Then I will gift myself to earth.
Beneath the deep infernal noise
That cries and swirls surrounding me
There reigns a touching, silent peace,
All calm, enduring, full of poise.
The quaking earth, its broken side
With dark brown lines from my old plow,
Accepts the seed I scatter now.
It yields to my observing stride
And takes, in silence, all my care –
Absorbing, patiently, the sun
To finish work I have begun
With water, dung, and bits of prayer.
Prolific crops may grow, or none.
I sense them growing in my dreams,
In visions, in reality
As I am witness at each dawn:
I see the earth has moved. The wind
In hurried rushes, as a breeze
Or as a storm, advances, streams
And struggles with the pregnant land:
The gift that is my food, the birth
(for which there is an ancient song)
A miracle. When strength is gone
Then I will gift myself to earth.
~~Alan Humason
3 comments:
Who is this Humason guy?
MA, many thanks for shating this lyric. However, there is a typo.
"... absorbing, patiently, the sun"
not the "fun" . . .
kinda changes things a bit!
Lots of love,
Alan H.
Yup, you're right, Alan. It's been fixed!
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