Words from Pep
Lie Down Upon Her
Before me lies eight
tons of granite. Eight tons plucked from its home in the Keweenaw, rolled,
pushed and carried, rounded and smoothed during its journey in the embrace of
the glacier. Riding on the cheek of this field of ice like a giant teardrop of
quartz and feldspar, she came to rest in the Northern Highlands, an hours' walk
east of what is now Hawkins, WI. Thousands of her kind, but smaller, were
scattered over the land as the blue ice retreated. Slowly, patiently, spruce
and moss advanced. Eventually pine, maple, alder and ash nestled around her as
primal forest recaptured the scene. Millennia swept on and the first heat of
human fire blackened her flank. More centuries passed and many hands of the
ancient ones touched her side. She continued in her rest, even as far away in
another glacial carved land sat a young man seeking Truth under a Bohdi tree,
another drove his Hellenistic army to the ends of the known world, and a
Carpenter’s Son was crucified. Three ships left Spain carrying greed and
disease. In due time noble voices were silenced and the ax was heard in her
forest. . . . . . Today, I stand beside her, the signs of her journey
presenting themselves on her skin, the black of ancient fires yet visible. My
ancestors lived near here in a board and tarpaper shack of two rooms. It has
returned to the earth, but this little sister of our Mother remains. . . . . .
I spread out my arms and lie down upon her, my face and body pressed against
hers. She has absorbed the vibrations of history, the changes of the world we
walk upon. Lying there I sense her patiently waiting for me to also seek Truth,
to understand the humility of the Carpenter’s Son, to take the sacred path of
beauty and union. . . . . . I do not want to leave. I have touched the earth,
received her healing, her wisdom and life for my soul.
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ONE WORLD - ONE FAMILY OF MAN - ONE CREATOR OF ALL
ONE WORLD - ONE FAMILY OF MAN - ONE CREATOR OF ALL
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