The Day Arrived


The day (once more)

when the world as we know it stopped

the Doomsday Clock, barely

in the nick of time, stood still

the power of political death over

individual life ended, the


of greed and ego and violence


returning to dust.


Not because

somebody, supernaturally, descended

from the clouds, not because

the sea miraculously parted.

The event happened

(happened again and is happening still)

because a little child

held a blossoming flower

in innocent hands. A

flower (a child)

as precious and sublime

as the breath of life.


The new beginning began

because a mother

breastfed her infant. In

quiet security she sang a

mothering lullaby

of the continuum

of the sanctity of life.


The turning point arrived

(arrived again and is arriving still)

when a young man and

a young woman stood up

courageously together, proclaiming:

“No! No more!

Enough is enough!”


Making heard

making felt The

No that is The Yes

to justice, the worth of a

single individual, the

priority of life over death – over

political death

and tyranny – hateful


and the too frequent


world obliterating Nought

(the Day denying)

reign of terror, the endless

Night of War.

David Sparenberg is an international essayist, eco-poet, and storyteller, David Sparenberg is author of four books: EARTH KEEPER: an Ecosophy of Poems, EARTH CRISIS HUMAN CRISIS: Urgent Essays, BEING HERE & BELONGING: Visions, Talks & Meditations, volumes 1-3 in the Grassroots Reader Series, and CONFRONTING the CRISIS: Essays & Meditations on Eco Spirituality from Moon Books.  David lives in Seattle, WA in the Pacific Northwest of the United States.


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