In her wonderful book Braiding Sweetgrass, Robin Wall Kimmerer writes — ‘In some Native languages the term for plants translates to “those who take care of us.’
Use any part of this quote (with credit), or the ideas it contains as a jumping off point for your poem this hour.
If you have a hard time connecting with this quote here are two others, also by Robin Wall Kimmerer, to consider.
“The land knows you, even when you are lost.”
“This is really why I made my daughters learn to garden—so they would always have a mother to love them, long after I am gone.”
Shaping the Land (prompt 14)
By Sandy Lender
It occurred to me
How amazing God’s love
That when He formed the world
When He molded the Earth
With its hills, valleys, rivers, streams
He elected to let Calvary stand
It occurred to me
How amazing God’s grace
That when He shaped the clay
Smoothing its imperfections
Perhaps He paused over the lump
Where He allowed Calvary to stand
It occurred to me
How amazing God’s plan
That despite our hatefulness
And the horrors we inflict daily
Upon His world, His son, His creation
He made a way to let Calvary stand