Art & Poetry

Laudato Si

by: Audrey McHugh

 

The silent sanctuary of Nature’s bloom, 

speak psalms and proverbs yet unknown.

If acid rain were healed by prayer

restored as pure, from whence it came

above the mountain’s terraced tops.

But  now pollution’s earthly shroud

forming ‘round a mortal cloud,

obscures the birth of extinction.

 

Soon the sacred soil of Spring,

odorous, a putrid thing, seeing

amber waves of glory groan,

and plastic waste clog ocean foam.

The beloved beasts that won’t be born,

will mock mankind, and mourn.

 

The loss of Eden once again,

the genesis of mortal men.

Will Adam stake his reclaimed home?

For Nature cannot stand alone.