This is a poem I wrote for Geez Magazine’s Advent reader in December 2023. The reader’s theme was “Prayers for the End of the World.” It got me thinking about the unstoppability of the Creator’s life force, constantly composting life out of death, and my longing to see this happen even after an apocalyptic environmental destruction. Geez sadly closed its doors this year, so I figured I could now publish this on my own website.

the eighth day

in the end   

when humans are no longer being

in spite of all there has been

let there be

 

let there be lichen climbing blistered stumps

                        let the rising fungi filter toxins

                                let ivy twine the tire rims

                      let slow roots reclaim old roads

let moss coat rusted beams   in beads of rain

let nature be lush      teeming     uncontained

                  let beetles be fruitful and multiply

                       let them draw the gun-shy birds

             let the megafauna holler their return

let the ancient adapt     let eccentric emerge

 

and if it be your will

let there be even one wide-eyed gardener

to behold your rewilding regreening earth

and call her good

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