As I read this poem, I recalled: “We do not inherit the Earth from our ancestors, we borrow it from our children.” Embedded in the quote is: How do we care for shared places and its inhabitants so that others who follow us can enjoy Creation?
Stewardship, in all its forms, calls on us to act in ethical and considerate ways. This does not mean we cease harvesting, but we do in ways that do so in responsible ways. We return as much as we take and show our gratitude for the harvest.
Gregory Orr reminds us the Earth is a gift the beloved left. Someone left it to us and our response would be to give it to those who follow us as a sacred gift. Here, we find meaning, we live together, and we discover ways to sustain our living together. We do so when we are mindful and attentive towards others who are with us and follow. We do so when we are mindful and attentive to the Earth. A beloved bequeathed this to us and it is now our turn.
This is what was bequeathed us:
This earth the beloved left
And, leaving,
Left to us.
No other world
But this one:
Willows and the river
And the factory
With its black smokestacks.
No other shore, only this bank
On which the living gather.
No meaning but what we find here.
No purpose but what we make.
That, and the beloved’s clear instructions:
Turn me into song; sing me awake.
ivonprefontaine
lovely –
Thank you.
I love this in its complex succintness. “No meaning but what we find here.” Indeed. Great thoughts, Ivon, as always.
Thank you for the comment.
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
HAVE WE, REALLY DONE THIS?
We need to do better I think. Thank you for the re-blog Jonathan.
YES, WE DO!
I can only echo your words, Ivon. Would that many more do so.
Thank you Carolyn.
Cultivating a new sense of earth stewardship is ever an uphill struggle – so many broken connections between us and the earth.
It is an uphill battle in today’s day and age. Kathy and I come from a line of farmers and only a generation ago those connections seemed real and existed in a deeper way.