GAIA'S GIFTS
Around a staff...
above an altar...where a cock was being sacrificed
Between the breeze, I could hear the groans of mankind
The cries of women in travail with great sorrow...
could be heard in the centre of the garden...
I thought this was the source of all life...
Wandering deeper into her garden of timelessness...
I could see all of life, past, present and future...
the Earth weeping bitter tears for all her possessions
Then she showed me the anguish in her heart...
like a sister that had been molested and raped
Upon which I pondered...Who shall speak on her behalf?
Dan Wentzel ~ South Africa
copyright 1997