Words that Speak Fearfully - Center for Ecozoic Studies

A Poem

Thomas Meyer

Behold!
I want to be held.
I was once held tenderly . . . joyfully;
Secure,
Peaceful,
Open to new “worlds.”
I listened . . . discovered . . . grew;
Wisdom nourished my Soul,
My wholesome inner being.

I had landed;
I walked
Not deviously,
Not boastfully,
Not NARCISSISTICALLY.
Rather
Quietly,
Confidently,
COURAGEOUSLY.

Then,
I closed my eyes, shut my ears,
Turned off my feelings.
I walked blindly in a
Match-sticked world;
No food for my Soul to become
Who I could be:
Dry . . . arid . . . shrinking!

Surprisingly,
On a quiet weekend,
“Ecology” called out to me:
Excitement,
Wonder,
Amazement.
I felt the Divine afire within me.
I arose with a renewed Spirit.
Like the early morning sunrise
At the Grand Canyon,
I was embodied and emboldened with Creation.
My Soul danced and sang
As I was again beheld and beholdened
By the serene, refreshing, morning
Sunrays.

I was born anew in this
Garden of Paradise.
I am again grounded.
Wisdom, the fruit of this garden,
Nourishes my Soul.
I am embodied in a life-giving Paradise:
Safe,
Secure,
Forward-looking,
At home!