A SHORT PRAYER TO AND FOR THE EARTH
You do not have to sweat in fields of time
or lash yourself over and over again
for a crime you did not directly commit.
You do not have to apologize
or burrow yourself underneath mounds
of fresh, hot shame from your mother's dryer.
Tell, instead, of the reason your eyes turned
from a sea of azure to a gray, glassy silence,
and I will open my arms
and let forgiveness pour out of me
like the unrelenting frost
of mountain snows
not yet trod upon
by the violence of man.
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