Holy Mother, you are the Earth!
You ground us as we walk upon you,
You are in the trees that shelter us
And when we hug the trees we hug you.
You were here from the very first,
Nurturing us; and we made clay statues
Celebrating your thighs and breasts
That birthed us and fed us.
We baked bread in your images,
Since we knew all food came from you.
Lady of the Beasts, we are grateful…
Since earliest times, we have loved you.
Asherah, Astarte, Mawu, Inanna,
Ishtar, Anahita, Gaia, Isis;
So many from such different lands!
We don’t know all of your many names,
But we know you have always loved us,
Cared for us and protected us;
You are rooted in our lives and our dreams.
We hear your voice in the humming bees
See your beauty in the blooming flowers,
Hear the sound of your drum and sistrum.
The very beat of our hearts is in tune with you,
For you are the Ancient Mother of our souls.
© July 3, 2008
Beth Clare Johnson