Living with honour

Born of a mothers labour of love,
Cared and nurtured by gracious earth,
Where has man left his conscience
That he has forgotten, to live with honour.

Honour the sun that brings him light,
Harbours food and all this life,
Honour the trees and fruits they yield
The labouring cows in Paddy fields.

Honour the land beneath his feet
The space he walks and where he stands
Honour the moment that lets him be
To dream and dance and play in 'time'.

Honour the rains, and honour the sky
The wind that moves and breathes alive,
Honour the men and all living beings
For praise and insults both teach alike.

Honour himself for who he is,
And all of creation for what it is,
For he must not wince at that moment of death,
Had he only lived a life of honour.