By the Earth that is her Body…
Like a Mighty earthquake you have shaken me, great mother.
I have bared witness to the siege, momma,
Of how we have pierced you and stolen your oils and gasses
And we have called it progress…
We unleashed your poisons.
Poisons kept far away for a reason,
and we stole the key to your safe.
We have uncovered your treasures of gold, silver, and stones,
And we have fought over them like children.
What patience you have had for our insolence.
Still you embrace us, mother..
You hold our sacred bodies as they are lowered into the ground.
Your loving arms hold them far before their time.
Marred by violence and injustice and chaos.
Momma Earth, you who are the sturdy foundations of this church.
The sacred reminder of our roots,
Hold us down as we grow strong like the oak and and wise like the willow.
Keep us grounded in our convictions and unafraid.
Yes, unafraid mistress of death, unafraid to decay and start anew.
Like the determined seed, hold us as we push through.