Farming is not a wounding of the earth, unless we kill her
and ourselves, with chemicals. The great wounding
she weeps over, that breaks her into
many pieces, is the cruelty we inflict
on each other.
And she longs for us to be healed.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”