A Poem by Perdita Finn

While I appreciate Perdita's poem during this Easter season, her embedded curse is not helpful. Science, progress, mindfulness, expertise are not the unadulterated evil she makes them to be.

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Today I pray for resurrection...

of the great forests and the old trees

of the colonies of bees

of deep black dirt

of rivers and oceans and streams

I pray for the resurrection....

of devotion

of listening to the voices of birds

and the wisdom of stones

I pray for the resurrection

of the body and its joys

I pray for the resurrection of the body of the earth

a curse on abstraction, mindfulness, expertism, progress, and the human agenda

I pray for the resurrection

of this earth and my place in it

I pray that we all begin to know that we will be reborn into the world that we have made