Dip your hands into the rich soil and remember me, 
for I am your mother, who holds you.  
Before you existed, I was here ready 
to greet you and teach you 
to be good stewards.
 
Sink into my earthly treasures that hold secrets 
and bury your family and friends in my terrain.  
Feel the crushed bones upon your feet 
and the ashes sent to sea.  
 
That is me, holding you 
to float to ever lasting peace.  
Watch the seedlings burst forth 
from compassionate souls that replant 
when my trees have been singed and cut down.  
 
The animals will come out of hiding again 
because of you.  
Our waters are slowly being restored 
thanks to those that research and call us to the table. 
A table where we can all drink 
from the well of restoration,

and create new technology 
to slow the warming that drives the polar bears and penguins 
from existence.  
They’re waving, can you see that?  
Please wave back, don’t shake your fist. 
They need your positivity.   
 
Desperate times call for desperate measures; 
it’s true but not out of desperation.  
Out of love for our planet.  I feel your love 
and I thank you from the topsoil to the earth’s mantle 
all the way to China.  
 
Throw in some seeds of hope and prayer 
and don’t forget to bless me and the messengers 
that deliver my song from the eagles 
and the condors who battle the night sky 
pecking their way into the minds of greed.  
 
Listen beyond words to the song of our heart.
Earth is being rebuilt as destruction continues.  
It’s vast I know, but don’t get caught in the trap 
of vengefulness and hate. There’s no room or time 
for that.
 
Pick up your shovels, clean up the rubble, 
filter the debris. Speak up, write letters, 
stand on the line, sign up for clean-up day, 
keep planting these seeds of hope.

I need you more than ever.  
 
The world is a beautiful place, 
and you are my Children I so love. 
Do it for your children and grandchildren 
and mine; 
to teach them what a better tomorrow can look like 
when we come together 
in love.   
 
I have a dream—We all have a dream, 
and we will wake up from this illusion of power 
and control in time.  Keep thinking with your heart 
and build bridges of tomorrow.  
Some will fail and fall 
and that’s ok.  
 
We begin again.  
Keep your head in the clouds and the cosmos, 
not the newspaper that delivers the blows 
to keep everyone riled up in materialism 
with more greed than need.  
 
Stand for love of humanity for one and all.
There is no i in I. In time, 
you’ll see us standing on a new plain of existence 
where the air clears once again 
and the waters reflect clarity and joy.  
 
The fish will splash in wonderment 
in the rivers that flow, 
and animals will return to the forests 
where they belong. 
Waters will be clean and sustain us, 
and return us to homeostasis 
together, as one.  
 
Trust me please. I need you. 
Every single one of you.  
Do your part and start now. 
And please don’t forget Grandfather, 
sitting in the south who holds up the night sky.  
This is our time to come together 
in peace. 

Copyright © 2024 Cindy Georgakas
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Cindy Georgakas

Source: “A Message from Our Mother” by Cindy Georgakas – MasticadoresUsa // Editor: Barbara Leonhard //