I am sitting at the Public Library writing, because I am electronically ‘down’ at home and my piece is locked in My Documents there.
So, I will just shoot from the hip and put something out to honor our earth. Tomorrow is my birthday, as well as Earth Day. I cannot let this week slip by without writing.
Earth Day is more important to me than my own appearance here.
She has wounds that are man-made, and they are deep. She is crying. We have abused her lakes, rivers, oceans and so very, very much more for so many years.
I pray we will leave less of a carbon footprint in the future. We can. We have the tools now. If we use them, She will survive to support all of our children and those who will come after them. But only if we wake up now.
We have been given this precious gift. It is our sacred duty to care for her.
It will take dedication, which is the title of this piece by Dorothy Day:
“People say, what is the sense of our small effort?
They cannot see that we must lay one brick at a time, take one step at a time.
A pebble cast into a pond causes ripples that spread in all directions.
Each one of our thoughts, words and deeds is like that.
No one has the right to sit down and feel hopeless.
There is too much work to do.”
This was written many years ago.
It is an urgent message today.