Our Land, Our Home


the land we bow
before in reverence
covered up as it is,
now, by things human-
made, our efforts, our
sweat over centuries,
to better our chances,
to strive for golden
opportunity, but what
is it we have been
piling up, layer by
layer, on top of the
warmest, purest gold
we could know? the
land beneath, ever-
churning, moving,
breathing from deep
within, where the
wells of wisdom are.
may our human
endeavors be always
in service of the land,
our true home, she of
fire, earth, water, air. – TS