The land is dry.

Her throat stretched

strained through earth

dust lodged

she cries out for water

for rain

she yearns to water

to give water

to those she loves

those whose feet have stepped upon her

shaped her

as she shaped them

feet who tread softly upon her

walking in oneness with her

tendered to her.

She hungers to feed them.

She watches as they grow thin

grow weak.

She watches as they waste

helplessly

grieving

for her people.

She watches

as family kill another goat

eating their source of income

milk for their neighbours.

She watches

as child cries to mother for milk

Mother watches

helplessly

starved of milk production.                      

She watches as mother leaves her

Gone

eighteen hours

to collect water she used to provide.

 

She cries out to Sky

who stretches parallel to her

She cries out for clouds to gather

to swell with water

grow heavy

so heavy

they give of themselves

to her

saturate her

that water’s molecules

would seek their way

seep deep

draw themselves deep into her to nurture roots

to nurture plants

that plants would seek their way to surface.

 

I cry out

I ask of God

Can these dry lands live?

Can these dry lands live

since those dry bones lived?

My soul groans

strains

contorts

in prayer

Oh God can these dry lands live?

Can clouds gather

release

that she could drink deep

and her people could drink deep

and there would be relief?

 

The war continues

not only displacing people

but withholding grain from the world’s hungriest people

Interrupting supply.

Ukraine

provided 30% of the grain

to the world’s hungriest people.

 

In solidarity

with her stretched, strained throat

with her people

we cry out

we call upon our leaders

for compassion

to remain in compassion.

Let concern, resources

flow beyond self-interest

also to the interests of others.

Others

Is our compassion as dry as the land?

Our efforts as dry as the land?

10,000 children dying a day.

Let the dam dam break!

Let the dam dam break!

Let compassion run forth as a river

generosity.

Let mercy flow

in finance

in long-term investments

in solutions that would hold back

the impact

of climate change

impacting

those

who are most

vulnerable the most

We pray for change

we sit in the dust

with her

we grieve.

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Can These Dry Lands Live?