Warning: The Earth Day poem below arose from a place of cataphatic prayer, the kind where we celebrate the divine as experienced in the natural world. It came from watching Spring explode throughout our cypress swamp. The language is overtly sexy at times in celebration of the One who makes all things beautiful. People familiar with nature poetry and mystical poetry will think nothing of this. Others could find the imagery outright offensive. But April is such an inspiring month, when the divine turns everything that looked dead into new life, and Earth Day seems like a fitting time to share the joy in this way.
Who are you
Maker of the million shades of spring green now waving in the wind
squirting Your juicy self up through crooked gray limbs that looked dead
just a minute ago?
How do you
turn Spirit into organisms of brown, yellow, red, and purple
rumblin’ up from the dirt and oozing out through microscopic buds
’bout this time o’ year?
Why do you
fly through white cumulus formations, changelings across the bluest sky
and spill yourself out in wetness across this earth home the next?
All I know for sure, is that
I want You
making, waving, squirting, turning, rumblin’, oozing, flying, and spilling