Gaia Redemptive

Hush!

My Lady speaks to me in whispers,

In the laughter of the mountain streams,

In the twittering of finches, and in the soughing of the breeze.

Cease your chatter and hearken to the rustling leaves.

You, too, may hear her voice soar among the treetops,

As she sings to the music of the stars,

Inviting you to join the dance.

But to hear, first, you must learn to listen.

Peace!

Do you not feel my Lady’s touch

In the brush of a child’s fingertip,

In the mists of morning, or in the velvet caress of night?

When you lie upon the ground, and She cradles you to Her breast,

When you gaze at the shapes She paints for your delight,

Do you not feel Her heart beating in time with yours?

Do you remember that once, you two were one?

But to remember, first, you must believe.

Hold!

My Lady shuns the swarming crowds,

The concrete rivers and the mindless din.

Heed not the voices raised in anger, the calls

To pit her children the one against the other,

Until She alone remains to mourn for all that is lost.

She weeps silent tears that fall in healing rains.

Do you trust her to mend your marring?

But to trust, first, you must choose to love.