Terra

I am the ageless abode of eternal hope,
a bottomless well for love's purest nectar,
and the endless gale in creation's breath.

My vestments stretch in leagues of layers
that I take eons to change
with time and nature as my tailors.

Garlands of mountain ranges adorn my wardrobe,
massive mantles of valleys are a patchwork quilt
of the vest worn in constant vigil,
seas and streams,
the sustenance perspiration of my quintessence,
which flows from my watch care
over every heart that I have given life.

When my mood shifts with the sway from the sun,
they come in months of temperamental urges,
icy impulses spreading their wintry freeze over my garments,
subtle teases of happiness flower forth in spring expressions,
air electrified when joy's energy burns in summer's hues
before autumn's exhales its calming caress.

Pain from the shameless violations of my body
produce the deepest aches to my being,
besetting shockwave tremors that shudder my vast girth of flesh,
while the turmoil over churning currents in my airy shield
stirs with thunderous stormy tests.

How I keep the secrets of my children's labors,
their desire's for invention and conflagration buried in my pores,
until one generation joins another in forever's sleep,
sending the ghosts of their visionary vapors into the night
so they will touch minds of those still alive with inspiration's dreams.

But through it all,
what I cherish most of, all deep in the searing core of my marrow,
is the precious times of a soul's awakening
who listens to the words I send through a spiritual wind,
until their eyes can understand and embrace with faith
how my form and face bears the brand marks
of God's fingerprints.

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