Tempted by a downcast day
And the reports of the earth’s eventual demise
I disappear into the fascination
Of my wild love for the world
And my anxious craving to become one with it
For there is a great turning taking place
A pronounced and reckless conceit regarding the earth
But I am not called to run from fear
Outrage or sorrow
For this is my Father’s world
And as the song of the sphere calls out
To sing itself through me
I must be available
Even if it is a requiem for an irreplaceable planet
Or a song of joyous rebirth
For it becomes clearer and clearer
My cherishing re-creates me daily
And the love of the created realm
However it came to be expressed
Is less an obsession and more a fascination
That insists I stay open in my heart and mind
To lament or celebrate
What ushers in the next age
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