The eyes of the future are looking back at us,
and they are praying
that we might see beyond our own time.

They are kneeling with hands clasped
that we might act with restraint,
that we might leave room for the life
that is destined to come. 

To protect what is wild is to protect what is gentle.
Perhaps the wildness we fear
is the pause between our own heartbeats,
the silent space that says we live only by grace.

Wildness, wilderness lives by this same grace;
wild mercy is in our hands.
Let this be our prayer, reimagined. 

------- Terry Tempest Williams -------