Cry of the Earth

 I.     

Alone. 

Solitary.

Staring abyss. Dimmed vision. Dull. 

I sat.

Watched the sun peek. 

Peeking out amidst high bellows of brilliantly white strewn clouds across blue heavens. 

Salty foamy water waves crashed at my feet. 

Ears heard a cry. A whine. A cry in the winds. Piercing my conscience, hauntingly beautiful. 

My soul stopped. The cry of the earth. The cry of the earth cried for me. 

Cried my name. 

The spirit of the earth manifested, yet invisible, I saw her. Welcoming and beckoning me, I hesitated.

With permission, she came to me. 

Hands out stretched. She stood me. Up I gazed deeply into her peace.

Mute, I stand and she spoke. 

Spoke. A ballad of all times, cascaded, permeated my being. 

Overwhelmed with her total acceptance, the earth stood before me.

Words halt. Silence flows. Heartbreak caverns inside me yet no sound emerges. 

"By your side, I long to take you into my body. 

Let me consume you. Get lost within me. Search my being and touch me.

Please. I beg you. 

Morph into me.

I

Eliminate the rawness. Take away your pain. 

Give you freedom. Give you rest.

I look. Your eyes hide. 

Masked by control, I see tears drip, drop, drip, drop in your soul. 

Your cheeks: so high, so dry and pretty, shine unscathed.

Your body sits composed and steady.

Your blood mingles with calm.

Your heart - a stoic beast. 

The mask of "I'm okay" reinforced with each breath.

You cannot be ok. You lie. You are not okay. "

I hear my voice, a strained croak. A sliver of me.

A glimmer of nothingness revealed, "I am not okay." 

My stilled questions echoed, unspoken, burned.

Their burning stench lined my spirit.

“How can one fragile fleshly human be okay with brokenness? 

How can one fragile fleshly human be okay with pain?

How can one fragile fleshly human be okay with abuse?

How can one fragile fleshly human be okay with disease?

How can one fragile fleshly human be okay with neglect?

How can one fragile fleshly human be okay with apathy?

How can one fragile fleshly human be okay with rejection?

How can one fragile fleshly human be okay with despair?

How

can 

I?

How 

can 

you?”

She heard the burning cries. She heard. The burning in my spirit. She heard. 

She is not afraid of my burn. She is not afraid of me. 

Engulfing the stench of my spirit she entered me.

Extinguishing the burn, Earth merged within me, penetrating.

"Come closer to me and be.

Come closer to me and dissolve.

Come closer and lift the virgin mask off.

Come closer and expose your truth behind the walls of self-protection. 

I am safe. I am gentle. Tender and soft, fall into my arms of love.

I will hold you while you break. Caress you. Protect you. 

Pour life and liberty over your raw, bleeding, pus filled emotions. 

Balmy oil of peace trickles in....while putrid vomit fear oozes out. 

Calming release flows into you as you come into me. 

Lay down your sweet head. Rest. Refresh. Renew.” 

I? I feel: faint faint faint stirrings. Scabs of protection, red tinged coverings:

a hidden healing begins. 

“Stay within me and heal. Stay within me...Within me heal and live. 

Stay within me and be not alone. I am here. I am here... for you.

I am with you. I am you. You are me.

Every moment. Every breath. Every beat. Every drop.

Every moment. Every breath. Every beat. Every drop.

We are not fully healed but we are on your way

We are not okay with your pain. 

We are not as broken as once we were. 

We are more than your brokenness. 

We are more than your pain.

We are.

We are finding the answers as we journey. 

We are bound by respect. 

We are tied by grace.

We are in love.

We are.

We are together. 

We are one. 

We are. 

We. "