Wounded Earth

If earth would manifest the woundedness of the people inhabiting it, how would the earth look like?

There is the barreness of the landscape coming from the wounds of artificial contraception. Soil rendered infertile not because it is but because fertility had been accursed. The fishes lost its food and the birds in the sky can not find its home.

It is a wound that is denied by many and can easily be hidden. Concrete, steel, plastic, and glass covered the barren land. It is cold to the heart yet scorching to the skin, it is remedied by patches of flowers and puppies to bring some life.

The wounds of sexual abuse that linger long after and sending forth anguish. Like storms gushing, tornado destroying whatever is on its path. Broken trees, houses with no roof, cars and things upside down. Difficult to appease, earth must just let it unleash and try to be out of its way. Fishes in the sea hide in the deepest burrow. Birds fly to distant haven.

The abandoned elderly, in spite of, its contribution had no place in the production-oriented world. Old trees withering with no water or nutrients. Deprived of the sun blocked by billboards and condominiums. Rice terraces abandoned by hands too tired to work. The plow unused, rusty and dirty.

Streams disrupted like water running out. The sky is sweating, an atmosphere losing its breath.

The wounds of divorce and broken families bring forth broken youth. The flowers and plants can not find their place. They struggle to survive and grow just anywhere - crevices, abandoned churches. The sheep knows not its pasture, the fish knows not its water, the birds knows not its sky. The plants and animals that were once a food for survival had become strangely dangerous for consumption.

The wound hidden with artificial food, synthetic and unmarked poisons bringing slow death and a painful end to people.

The wounds of abortion to the unborn child, parents and family and to society at large. The earth is roughen by missing parts losing its once natural beauty. Branches of trees hanging loosely without a fruit that was supposed to be there to ripe. Fishes are unsettled eating their own. Birds destroying its own nests.

What a grim world betrayed by its own - sullen and loveless- thirsting for love and life. What we do to ourselves, we do to our habitat.

In spite of its woundedness, there is still a merciful love that never gave up. The planets are still in its place. A new blossom springs forth. A gentle breeze soothes. A light dispels the darkness. A new day. A new choice even after the choice.