The VGP Literate No. 4

Prayer to La Madre Tierra
(Spanish & English)

…Madre de gracia
Madre de misericordia
en la vida
y en la muerte
amparanos gran señora…

Protect us, dear Mother,
protect us from our own fears!

How could we have manifested
these needless tears
throughout generations,
centuries?

Yet we’ve not reached past
our ignorance,
vast confusion.

We are in constant fear
of your wrath…
that you,
Grandious Earth
will swallow us alive!

We’re brain-washed
assuming we’ve damaged you
immensely!

When to you,
the cuts and bruises
are mere pimples.

We humans are mere
microorganisms
traveling around
your magnificent,
bodacious body!

Dear Mother…
your core is unreachable,
untouchable,
Sacred!

Your skin is rich and fertile
in tan and red tones.

Your hair grows
and grows…
freshly lush,
green and sweet…

I love to taste your hair,
its nutrients I enjoy!

Your blood
ebbs… it flows
through the elements:

Water
Wind
Fire

! Te adoro
Oh, Madre Tierra!

Tercer planeta
en el Milky Way.

Silky it looks
in the Universe;

sweet it must taste
to demi gods.

You wear
slight cleavage,
voluptuous curves
in your deep valleys
and high mountain ranges.

Whether you ever
feel ill
or really great

your body quivers,
it quakes!

How could we, so microbial
for so long
still assume that
we hurt you?

You can shake us off
like chain-linked ants.
We could cease to exist
and you
not only can,
not only will…

You just have
and will Be!

I write this to you
Mother, dear
because I know

that no chemicals,
no plastics,
no electronics
could ever harm you.

You gave mankind
the materials,
the minerals

to use…
experiment with.

To us in 500 years,
to you in a few days,
everything we manufacture
will return to what it was.

The Hopi know
what you’re all about.
So they just don’t worry.

Can the rest of us
do the same?

You sneezed…
scratched an itch

and it flooded houses,
swiped out
entire cities.

You say… ‘oops!’
God gives us strength.

And still, we do
cherish
and worship you
So

… Por la señal
de la Santa Cruz
de nuestros enemigos
libranos señor nuestro…

Free us
from assuming
so much
about this Earth
we live in.

When we follow
your path

we know what we’re capable of
and can just be.

4/5/11

Chevalterre Nabil, the poetic half of KLRabstracts, was born in El Paso, TX and is a U. S. Navy Veteran. http://KLRabstracts.blogspot.com

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