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Nature Has No Kingdoms
By Jane Tawel
February 22, 2026
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Nature has no kingdoms.
No names, but what we give them.
No fame, but when we use them.
No needs but those we rape from them.
The fish and trees and God-created birds and bees,
are at the mercy of man’s own ego-needs.
Creation can’t fight back at us
because a Mother’s love can not destroy her child.
She must look on with helpless care,
as her human children hack her limbs
and nuke her beating heart
into a burning cess pool —
once burning deep with Love —
now shallow, broiling,
heart still aflame
in Nature’s dying throes.
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Nature loves its anonymity,
its secrets and Its secret stores
of pleasure, beauty, and divine intentions.
Nature loves a vacuum — of human willfulness.
But otherwise, It thrives and strives
and circling, circling, circling
treasuring moments,
Creation throbs
with Holy Love and Life.
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Why do the people again and again —
throughout our shallow, fleeting things
that we call history and our place and time —
Cry and demand the rule and greed of kings?
What does a small man need to need a king?
We circle and circle and circle the years;
we circle and circle and circle the drain;
and ever and always again and again
we forget our faith and place our fears
in the hands of the tyrants and idolatrous gods
in this man-made valley of unnatural tears.
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Oh, small and longing human,
rest your eyes on the greens of the hills,
arouse your awakening in the blues of deep waters,
feel the soft earth beneath your bare feet,
listen to birdsong and small things in the night
let all Creation restore you to your true nature.
Creation is God’s first and only trusty scripture.
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You have no need of earthly kings,
for there is One Whose Kingdom comes —
tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
and today —
in Father, Heir, and Spirit –
and in this Earth, our Mother and our Home.
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Here and Now. Be still and know.
We live and move and have our being,
here, where meaning pulses, and souls long,
heart to heart, twinkling-stars to songful-dawn.
In small-ish things, great Mystery lives.
The Tree of Life takes root and grows
above and through and in us all.
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We need no one with clay-shod feet
to give us faith in what we can not speak.
Nature needs no idols.
Like Her, we worship best
in love of Known-Unknown.
Like Her, we worship best
when all are free, and all are One.
Creation — moving, growing, groaning —
Creates and recreates a Holy Throne.
Like leaves that fall and mulch the earth,
We only rise to glory who die to find rebirth.
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© Jane Tawel, 2026
Jane Tawel 