Tuesday, 31 July 2007

Upon this Cross

So to the cross to bare my soul
And on that cross I touch the wood
That holds me high above the crowd.
I am held by nails - foreign objects
That pierce my flesh and the wood
We are bound together, inseperably.
I welcome death, as has the wood
We become one, lifeless but strong.
The cross and I, formed from the earth
We each bare scars of humanity
We each grew, but were then felled
by the saw or the spoken word.

Now we stand together,
The cross holding me up: new branches.
Together we were formed for a purpose
Having no control over our destiny
From separation to bonding
From existence to crucifixion
We become, together, a symbol
Of inhumanity and sinfulness.

Before coming to this stony place
We had already died
Our future predestined by an other
Worked by the hand of our makers.
We both end our physical lives
And our bodies fade from existence
But in new forms we continue to live
One as the Earth, one as the Spirit.

Monday, 23 July 2007


On commenting at work to a colleague about the current extensive flooding, and describing it as Mother Nature throwing a tantrum, the reply I received seemed quite apt: "And when us girls get into a strop there's no stopping us!"

Although it is, of course, distressing for all those who are suffering - I particularly feel for small businesses and farmers, from an eco/earth centred point of view we have only ourselves to blame.

I also wonder just how much 'stuff' is going to have to end up in land-fill sites. Suddenly our meagre, yet hard fought efforts of recycling and reusing waste seems inconsequential besides the mountains of furniture, household goods, and other consumables that will have to be destroyed. Why are our lives so built around such things? But it can all be replaced by the insurance, so why bother worrying about it?

Somehow, many things are wrong with the way we live our modern lives.

Thursday, 19 July 2007

Nature's Martyr

If a Muslim is willing to die for Jihad
If a Christian is willing to die for Jesus
If a soldier is willing to die for their country
If a Knight is willing to die for the hand of a Princess
If a man is willing to die in saving another...

Surely there can be no just cause
That is ultimately the one to die for
All become a tear in the eye of the God of love
The fallen Earth never learning.

The actions of martyrs and heroes is held high
Each sacrificing self to a just cause
Their passion and commitment overrides life
The final ultimate action anyone can take.

Would my passion for my beliefs
Take me to a point like this
Where desperation, frustration or necessity live
Where my belief is greater than the value of life?

Perhaps my Jihad would be
Against any who reject Nature
Rise up my army let's fight
Those who tear this Earth apart.