The Strike for Climate Change
I couldn't participate in the climate strike
because I had a funeral, celebrating the life
of a man that many people knew and loved.
That's a good thing. For life is precious
and should be celebrated.
Still, in this season of creation, I am keenly
aware of the intersecting points of life
and how we humans choose to live
for better or worse.
And so, the strike for climate change -
a powerful witness from the youth
of this world, begging for a future.
And my reading lately, crosses
the intersection of poverty,
environment, and racism...
And thus, how it is that some of us
can live as if our actions have no impact
because we are colorblind to the many
ways that systemic racism lives
in the policies and practices and norms
of every day life.
The poor, the marginalized,
are those least likely to have
the power to influence laws,
policies, and rules.
Thus, the job falls on those who do.
Which is why the kids strike.
And why we all need to
increase our awareness of
self
and other
or face the consequences of
extinction.
If the earth is God's body,
and if we, as people of faith,
care about God,
then we must also care
about the earth we live in.
May God help us change our ways.
Amen.
Prayer poem and photo by Terri C. Pilarski
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