If the Land Could Speak

From his lips came my being.

In me, life sprung up.

"One more kind will I make from you, one in my likeness. They will have dominion over you and my creatures about you."

From me, the Creator formed their substance.

Their steps left imprints in me.

The coolness of water springs up into me.

Wait, this is not water.

Their flesh and bones fall into my arms.

The heaviness has grown.

To me, their substance has returned.

"From you they came, to you they shall return. Their bones shall not lie in you forever. For I will make all things new."

In me, their bones now lie.

From me, their bones will rise on the last day.

I will give them up from my depths and justice for them will be realized.

"And you, oh earth, will be made new too."

From the Creator Himself, will come His command for me to be new again.