The Withering Grace

A Closing Reflection Is it not true that we look for forgiveness for our feigned ignorance's For the hypocrisies we allowed because they served us? We ask to be forgiven Not because we changed But because we are afraid of what’s coming. As if the Earth were a mother Who always welcomes us home Even when we’ve burned the field. But forgiveness is no longer in the seeds. No, not anymore And the forgiveness we crave in the earth is drying out The grace is withering. And the soil remembers. It does not forget the pesticides we called 'progress' Or the poisons we buried beneath language like 'efficiency' and 'growth' It remembers what was taken... And what was denied. And so we stand now in a field of mirrors Our algorithms humming, our stories spinning Dancing with reflections of costumed pasts Still pretending that scale will save us. But the Earth has already answered And her silence is not consent. It is warning. The next era will not be judged by what we built But by whether we can still sow. And if we cannot… Then let no one say We were not warned, and did not know.