2025-07-04-2
When the Earth Remembers
The ground once still begins to sigh,
A tremble deep beneath the sky.
Stone and silence crack and moan—
The Earth recalls it is not our own.
We walk with pride on borrowed ground,
Forget the silence once so profound.
But fault lines whisper in sacred rhyme,
That power sleeps beyond all time.
No trumpet call, no prophet’s cry,
Just shifting plates and towers awry.
No hand descends from realms above,
Yet all is moved by unseen love.
What stirs the mantle, breaks the crust,
Is not just science, ash, or dust.
It is the voice too vast for name,
A force we shape, yet never tame.
In trembling walls and fallen stone,
We face the truth we’ve never known:
That what we build, no matter how grand,
Can crumble at a whisper’s command.
So let each quake, each roaring wave,
Be not a threat, but what it gave—
A moment bare, beyond design,
To know that all is still divine.
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