It was truly an honor to be able to share this poem today at Artiszen for the group of visionary, world-changing activists, architects, and environmentalists gathered there for Resilient by Design.
Do you hear that?
Our Mother, she is calling.
She weeps with a broken heart.
She begs for her children to treat her with love.
For her children to act out of gratitude.
Their existence relies upon her.
But only some of her children choose love.
They take her messages to heart,
and they shout them from the rooftops.
Others still heartlessly plunder her house,
her patience, her time, her heart,
leaving it barren.
Her tears flood our streets.
She bathes in a tsunami of sorrow.
She exhales in hurricanes
that cry out, “Wake Up!”
Listen to your Mother Earth.
She is calling.
Do not let her cries go unheard!
Hear her, so that we may turn,
that she may turn,
that we might all be welcome in her home,
in the only home we’ve ever known.
These excesses that we chase
in the name of fame and fortune
will soon come to swallow us,
if we do not turn
a life of simplicity,
a life of sustainability,
that respects all other life.
The solutions are right in front of us.
We hold within us the vision.
All we must do
Resting on my Laurels
Resting on my Laurels contains poetry written, performed, and published during D.L. Lang's tenure as the 2nd Poet Laureate of Vallejo in addition to other never before seen poems.