Even the Rocks Cry Out. Creation and God Who Hears. “Heart Songs” Karen Baker-Fletcher. SISTERS OF DUST, SISTERS OF SPIRIT: WOMANIST WORDINGS ON GOD AND CREATION. Minneapolis, Minnesota, U.S.: Fortress Press, 1998. Heart songs, love songs seep deep into healing places, sacred spaces
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Creation and God Who Hears
“Heart Songs”Karen Baker-Fletcher. SISTERS OF DUST, SISTERS OF SPIRIT: WOMANIST WORDINGS ON GOD AND CREATION. Minneapolis, Minnesota, U.S.: Fortress Press, 1998.
Heart songs, love songs
seep deep into healing places,
caress the soul
in the sound of drums
calling up power
To walk and dance again.
Heart songs pumpum, pumpum
pumpum, pump um
like rain making tears
planting kisses of aloe
calling up patches of grass,
pools of blue
that kiss toes in sun
rippling with laughter,
because hope is not gone.
Gritty gray smoke billows from the soot-line streets. Skyscrapres thrust upward into the bright blue sky as if trying to escape the traffic glutted, noisy streets below. Litter punctuates the grimy gutters and deserted lots.
Slowly, silently, the soft black blanket of night envelops the city. The night sky is a perfect black velvet backdrop for the multicolored jewels of lights. Now the city is a sparkling fantasyland. I see people walking to the theaters, the ladies dressed up with sparkling jewelry..The many colored lights on the buildings make them beautiful instead of ugly. Slowly it gets quieter and the sky’s brighter; its dawn.
The sky is red and orange, and gray smog brings in the unpleasant smell of polluted air and water. As the smog lifts, the familiar scene of the ugly red and grey buildings appears, the smoke curling into the air like a bad omen for the sky. The factories are even uglier with their smelly, poisonous gases, put into the rivers and seas as smoke and waste. It’s a very ugly morning scene… Across the street is a beautiful park, with the sounds of winter birds. Squirrels scurry from tree to tree hiding nuts for the winter. This is one place where we see true beauty.
English Assignment for Miss Auriel Lynn, by Karen Baker, 1970, 11 years old.
When we treat the symptoms of ecological illnesses, we fail to diagnose and treat the larger problem.
Only by diagnRendering poisonous, toxic if you will, practices extinct is the best cure of allosingand treating the problem can we hope to render ecological illnesses extinct.