The Wise Worms – poem by mare

[note – the “—” are only to denote spaces between stanzas… weird line formatting on WordPress, could not figure out…]

The Wise Worms

the daffodils are smiling

my heart is breaking

tulip cups fill with the striking sun

my heart cracks each day

wider and wider

an earthquake in my chest.

yet i hold the sobs back

a dam to the tsunami of suffering

i feel, for those across the meadows

and blooms, and smiling dolphins

my brothers and sisters on this shining orb

that is shimmying more than the band

is calling for, these days of change

great change with African nations roiling with some

pus of politics, power, and self-claimed royal

ambition that spreads more despair

and death than any

hope, it seems, here too

still, somehow in sync with the dancing

that is rocking and splitting our Earth

to the sun’s light and ocean’s view

the worms, they placidly continue to digest

the detritus and make love in their miraculous

swap of sperm and eggs paired parallel

in the Earthy perfume, oblivious,

i think, they chew with their wormy

gizzards in such beautiful long slimness

they glisten with a wise humility, a confident

nonchalance their world can rock all She wants

and the worms know their profession is secure

their homes where they weave a fabric of deep

fertility, they tune only to the subtle and silent calling

of ancient ecological truth

and i, mere human in a fragile shell, lacking such

transcendent clarity yearn to follow the path of the worms

and keep it, simple

i choose to stick with the flowers and soil

biota and place my future into their grace

for all of this is only grace, i think,

and a dance of ongoing ecological digestion and

sun fueled fecundity and i’m only still trying to find my

steps in the divine order

yes, i can hold this raw heart and learn to

surrender to the moment of

breath and geological wink that this life is

the worms know this

yes… I can,

to dance with them.

april, 2011



About Mare Cromwell

Referred to as “The Voice of Earth Mother” by a gifted Shoshone elder, Mare Cromwell is a multi-award-winning author, Medicine woman/Lightworker and healer. She has also been told by another gifted elder that her work with Earth Mother is in the prophecies. Her books include: "The Great Mother Bible"; "Messages from Mother.... Earth Mother"; and "If I gave you God’s phone number.... Searching for Spirituality in America". She has studied with Native American teachers for twenty-one years and sat on the World Council for Wisdom Gatherings for three years. Mare leads workshops on our Sacred Planet-Earth Mother, Womb Wisdom and Sacred Silliness and more. She is the visionary and producer of the 1000 Goddesses Gathering in Washington DC. Mare loves to be involved in Ceremony. She is also a former worm herder. She calls Western Maryland home.
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One Response to The Wise Worms – poem by mare

  1. pooh on wordpress… they keep on taking my spacing out. this is supposed to be 6 lines in each stanza… now it’s a dribble of run on lines with no breathing between stanzas…. sorry folks.

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