Sing of Mother Earth

Who we must tend

As grateful sons and daughters

Born to soil and water

Flame’s fury and wind’s breath

As our natural inheritance

The landscape has a face

The rivers run as blood

The rocks as jagged bones

The sands, her golden skin

The seas, her pounding heart

The land has a lady’s soul

And honor she is due

Corporal Mercy given back

As she has nurtured us

No one can own the land

For she is wild as star’s flight

And steed’s thunderous race

Pulsing song, winging song,

Connected, link by link

Laced through with humming

Thread of Light and Longing

Proceeding from the gleam

That birthed the universe

We remember ancient days

The Nothingness that burst

Into hymns of cosmic color

Splintered notes, shards of shape

And rising up in passion’s roar

From the agony of Love

That ever-present Point

That pierces all in ecstasy

And that churning evolution

Rising to its destiny

A spark that stirs reflection

Mirroring the Thread

That weaves through human eyes

That glow as late-night embers

And lets them see their God

Image and Likeness stamped

Souls formed in immortality

Stewards of the Garden

And Lovers of the Land

The sacred bond is sealed

All things in union tied

By Ribbon of Reality

Touch of Mercy, handed down

Our hands are meant for healing

For tending, and revealing

Let them kiss the soil

Once again