Jan 7
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Our Home
Mother Earth, our home, one vessel, one people, no borders to be seen. Each light on her face, a town, a city, so fragile and serene.
Masked by clouds and pollution, with drought of our own design. What fools we are, stripping, killing, destroying our own kind.
Spaceship Earth, blue planet and moon, whirling through dark space. In her skies each light, a planet, a star, a galaxy do race.
Across our universe, looking out or in, infinity do we see. Our only duty, good reason, good judgement, be healing and peace be.
By David Smitherman, August 20, 2012
