This poem, by Linda Lauretta, arose during a peace conference. It was part of an exercise that aims to deepen the connection with others and the environment.
Weaving, softly gazing, turning toward another
Searching eyes, connecting though no words we utter
Am I in you, am I in me
Stand appalled in the wake left behind
By hostile, thoughtless minds
I say they are not, but they too are my kind.
We see our mountains, waters, deserts, homeland
Mined, defiled, drained to serve a brand
Take me not down these paths created by fools
Let me walk in the dust of Nature’s school.
Let my path be simple, yet diverse
Let me see all as a blessing and none as a curse
Am I in you, am I in me, perhaps as we
In sacred silence, the Great Turning may be.