The Plead is poem written from the perspective of a tree. It is past the stage of acceptance that climate change is already upon us, and moves to now what do we do.
I believe we have all the capacity in the world to stop contributing to climate change, heal and repair the harm done to return to equilibrium, and move towards a dramatically different but vibrant life on and in harmony with our mother earth. If and how we do that is The Plea.
Questions to reflect upon:
Think about the line, “There are grave hurts at hand.” How is the treatment of Indigenous people parallel to the treatment of the earth?
Reflect on, “…it is rays of hope that heal and bend limbs to that which feed and mend.” What does that mean? And what are your rays of hope?
Interesting notes:
- the door was found in the back alley and reclaimed to it’s beauty.
- The painting of the tree is by Zac Ironstand, an Ojibwe and Métis tattoo and street artist in winnipeg.
- The Plead has show up at Nuit Blanche and the Winnipeg Folkfest.
