In Our Hands 
                by Ian Curtress 
                Oh tolerant
                World, amazing Sphere, to show such grace through
                unplanned orbit 
                Explosive birth of velocity and fire, unknown
                future, prospect dire, and yet you so early knew
                a wonderful existence, a serendipity view 
                 
                Beyond imagination oceans great, vegetation, a
                verdant state. 
                Mountains proudly above it all where sunshine
                seeks to soften snow on rugged peaks.  
                Where water pours in constant stream. All this
                jigsaw in your dream. 
                In your understanding, a vision, plan, you
                perceived what we call man, a being who would
                fulfil your hopes of perfection with a woman by
                his side, a counterbalance, a loving guide. 
                 
                You were aware untold pitfalls would arise when
                actions taken with clouded eyes would bring about
                emotions strange and anger failed the jigsaw mesh. 
                But you hoped from this hed learn and find
                solutions, what we now call evolution. 
                How contented you became when comprehension and
                respect were shown to the miscellany of creatures
                which now roamed free and all could live in
                harmony. 
                 
                It could not last as Im sure you knew when
                Possession raised its ugly head and Sharing lost
                in a whirlpool of Mine and More which in turn
                bred Aggression. 
                As ever you tolerated this negative trait and
                healed the wounds inflicted on your mass as best
                you could. Sharing your bounty on land and sea,
                but aware there is infinity. 
                You have seen your terrain in false divisions
                made, new emotions formed. 
                Envy, Greed and Power so often replacing Beauty,Peace
                and Love.  
                Our darkest hour. 
                 
                But now the unforgiving and final plague.
                Pollution. 
                Your bounty within plundered beyond regeneration.
                Your life sustaining atmosphere destroyed without
                thought or consequence and the inevitable
                catastrophe. 
                A baron uninhabitable gnarled mass, no longer a
                beautiful Blue and Green Sphere 
                No longer a joy to behold and wonder. What we had
                and lost. 
                 
                You were tolerant beyond belief and we do not
                deserve one more chance but in your continuing
                generosity and belief the Pandemic taking such a
                terrible toll throughout the World, will bring us
                to our senses. 
                Change our ways, see through different eyes,
                restore our proven values 
                 
                Realise at last this wonderful and unique gift is
                there for all to share and pass to the caring
                hands and minds of future generations. 
                Its in our hands. 
                
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