Earth for Good

I learned my name in water

A time long before there was you

I learned the way stones keep their promise

Before your hands came to view

Every scar has its own story

Every shape, reveals value and hew

I am not fixed nor self-determined,

I arise, again and again, ever anew

You can sign your little pledges in fire

You can swear life is all by your plan

But the ground beneath your wanting

Has a much older footprint at hand

I wasn’t drafted by heaven

I am not owned by fate

I am written in concert with atoms

By density with lengthier dates

By roots that refuse permission

By seasons that need not explain

By time that has no boundary, no lines

Nor wire cages meant to contain

I carry my records in fault lines

Salt history in my rich blood

I know how loss teaches listening

The way love leaves in dust and in mud

I don’t move in straight lines

I don’t bloom on command

What survives learns from bending

The only true lines in my band

You can crown your fear, call it reason

You can call control “being strong”

But the truth keeps time with thunder

Carrying on long after you're gone

I wasn’t drafted by your heaven

I am not owned by your own fate

I am jeweled in lustrous minerals

Melding with time wind and rain

I am the fault lines carving new channels

The fire that clears a new way

I am the stormy nights of wild love-making

I am dewdrops languishing next day

I don’t answer to your clocks

I don’t kneel at your command

I belong to the Great spiral, ever-spinning

To the miraculous dance of this land

I am the masterpiece, given

To what does not fall away – as to what will

To the lingering lament trails left in stone

Once you are long gone

Life and song turn again and again

Earth poetry returns over and again

and again.

Amen

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Copyright: Ronda LaRue, rondalarue.com 01/2026