Tanya’s words in ‘a tanka takes root‘ have deep roots, too and inspired me to add this paltry poem of my own in response .
If I could write it in a phrase,
people fighting for the land
that nurtured them from birth
and those before and after.
Some call it foolish
But the true word is brave
to fight for nature’s freedom
is a true act of courage,
a natural response
to protect a mother.
There are hard times ahead
with wilful destruction
and denial
of earth, peace and truth,
until all that is left
will crumble and fall.
Pride is a currency
that thrives in inflation,
except by natural law
all pride deflates
until it falls
and all it’s built
comes tumbling down.
Where are the heroes,
the writers, the leaders
who coined the phrase
to make us think
that what we do
will be measured
by what we do to others
and by what we wish
they do to us?
roots twist over rock
searching, a slow motion dance
ever persisting
then, soft ground’s surface piercing
wisdom tapped from deep within
Tanya
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…if the root is holy, so are the branches. (Rom 11:16b, NIV)
For the love of money is the root of all kinds of evil. (1 Tim 6:10a, NIV)
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I finally got over here, and I’m so glad I did. Thank you, again, for the share. Your poem was deeply moving and significant, and I am honored to be a part of it in some way.
No, Tanya, it’s all your fault, you started it and you took so many less words than I did. You might notice, though I do shy from religious references, religion is just another way to teach good things and hope they stick.
Lol…whatever it takes to shake people up and get them to think about the harm that is done to others…all in the name of greed and power.