Turning Point: Action Required

Turning Point: Action Required

Ground waters run toxic

Poisonous chemicals color rivers and streams;

Ocean dead zones expand

As sea creatures struggle with our plastic waste.

Our lands are being stripped and broken;

In pursuit of fossil fuels that belch out greenhouse gasses.

Expanding housing and gleaning,

Strip the forests, farms and age-old civilizations.

The impoverished perish with

Spreading disease, desertification and rising vector lines;

The swelling of waters swamp fragile sea coats.

Chemicals, petroleum and nuclear accidents endanger entire ecosystems,

Extinctions accelerate.

Yet we continue to prevail destruction upon the sacred earth.

Land, sea, waters, air once pristine not long ago

Are wastelands expanding daily

To suffocate all life on Earth.

Warned by the Indigenous peoples of the world.

We wonder now with the knowledge of the perceptions foretold.

But who among us will stand?

There is only one world,

Every culture on earth has a sacred name for her.

Where humans migrated,

A word expressed love, sustenance, thanks

To the great, common Mother.

May we remember them now.

Toni Truesdale 2017

Earth Mother copyright 2001

Feathers: Embracing Prophesy

Embracing Prophesy

The feathers drift in the breeze

To be in symbiotic symmetry

With powerful shamans

Who pray beyond their experience,

To encompass the whole of existence.

The gift of the birds;

Who die unnaturally;

Linked to events foretold

By the ancient mnemonics

Of the Hopi and sacred medicine people all over the world

Who listen to feathers,

And hear the silence of frogs everywhere.

Handsome Lake did foresee

The trees that now die from the top down

Happening now…

The ground is parched where small animals lived in Africa

And here, in this present…

Water swells with melting global tips.

Canaries in the mines

Are empty nests.

Fire fierce lurks beneath and above,

Disrupting fragile things that grow

And push into the sea, man-made things.

The earth rumbles underneath our very feet

Emptying villages.

The old ones grow closer

Whispering into the four winds;

They sing over battlegrounds,

Graveyards, centuries old.

Where erections now glitter with windows

Looking out at unhearing thousands

Going here, there, everywhere

Directed by a technology of weapons

Wanting, taking, demanding, demonstrating

How to be a correct human.

But their song falls into our steps

Winding around our footfalls

Just above the sacred earth;

Sanctified, so many years ago.

Prophesy is never forgotten

It lingers in stones

Waiting to be picked up and held.

 "Embracing Prophesy" Truesdale  1998/updated 2017

"Feathers" by Truesdale copyright 1995

Toni Truesdale.com