To My Young Nieces And All Their Little Friends

Far too often I forget your near future
and take the smoke on the horizon
as harmless cotton-candy clouds
that smell almost like the fun at Rockton’s Country Fair.

But now it looks like their deep pockets
won’t save the koalas from the fires downunder
where hell pushes through the skin of Earth
grown as thin as the worn seat of old pants.

Or is it inarticulate adolescent rage rising up
at the sight of the bone-white bleached
Great Barrier Grief
that once was a living smile
in kaleidoscopic color?

Far too often I was dealt to play
but preferred to hold
hoping the game would go away
if I feigned death long enough.
Inaction is attractive
and my leather couch,
strengthened by stupid astrology,
has a tighter grip of gravity
than most black holes I know.

The same boat we’re all in keeps capsizing
to the point where those first to reboard
start taking it as sport and writing rulebooks
that codify who does the rocking
where and when.

Forgive me my forgotten prayers.
Forgive me more for the ones remembered,
which I love to say in the sacred, comfy depths
of my cathedral leather couch.


Greg Kennedy, SJ is assigned to the spiritual exercises ministry at the Ignatius Jesuit Centre in Guelph, Ontario. Novalis will publish Greg's book - “Reupholstered Psalms” - on March 1, 2020.

  • Wendy McCreath
    Posted at 07:40h, 18 August Reply

    None of us can afford to remain silent about the wanton destruction of our beautiful earth, especially when our attention is distracted by worries about the pandemic and the economy. Things can and will get a lot worse if we don’t take action to protect the environment. All of us can do something, whether it’s not using bottled water or plastic bags or lobbying to prevent mining or logging in sensitive areas.

  • Peter Bisson
    Posted at 09:59h, 18 August Reply

    Thank you Greg!

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