Saving Grace

 

Amazing Grace,

how sweet the face

 

 

In innocent trust

does what it must

 

 

To survive and thrive…

 

 

to stay alive.

 

 

Can we then

just pretend

 

 

We own no blame,

deny the shame

 

of apathetic neglect

and gross disrespect

 

for those whose future

we juggle in our hands

 

 

as we ravage the lands,

and pollute the seas

 

 

in our quest for power,

secure in ivory towers

 

 

raised atop the bones

of the guileless ones

who came before.

 

 

Look into the face

of moon hanging in space,

for how could we replace

such magnificence?

 

 

Nature knows its place,

gaze into its face

and make a solmn vow

 

 

To be its Saving Grace.

Please.