A Caminhante

She is the air breeze that fill the lungs… Her heart beats at the sound of the drums, Played by men as they endeavor to get themselves ready For a new day that it is still yet to come. We are our mother’s daughter and son. Gaea is her name. Our faith is linked to her will and our blood is the same. This sky is our roof, the rivers our bed sheets. And while we reconnect to the ground, we are sure not to be defeated. Where is she? Where is she? The child-bearer of the humanity? She is there where we are. She is here where we stand. And beneath the shining stars, Brothers will build the promised land.

Days go by. We pray God for rain and pray God for hope. Human being is expected to move forward no matter what. The past is the experience that hopefully will make us do better in the future. This world has turned into a scary place, though. Still there is beauty in a tree, a flower, a sunset, a wave. Mother earth can comfort us but as a mother she will also ground us until we learn. There’s one thing I heard a few years ago and never forgot. Nature does not forgive. Nevertheless, it allows us to redeem ourselves.