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Mother Earth

By Phillip Hennessy

(This poem came to me when I was visiting Oklahoma, and I spoke with a Native Indian, who told me about the *Trail of Tears*.....)

I've felt this Pain before,
but it was in a different place...
I've been insane before,
but then I had a different face...

Within the Hurt
there shines a smile...
Within the dirt,
there cries a Child...

Each teardrop flowing,
ever after...
Each Fear stops Knowing,
Heaven's Laughter...

The Goddess in our Heart,
is crying...
the Madness ever Dark,
is dying...

Oh, Mother, Please
say All is Well...
and other Healing words,
do tell...

Remind your Children
they must Care...
define your Ills
then take us there...

Show us Where
we've Died before...
Show us What
the Crying's for...

We Know inside
just what to do...
We Know the Lies
could not be true...

We Know the Way
but we are Lost...
We Know each Day
could be ............
Our Last

Mother, help us live each day
like it could be *The End*
and learn from all the mis-takes
so we can make AMENDs

© 2002 Phillip Hennessy  

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