~ Poetry & Prayers for Our Earth & Mother ~

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~ Voices ~

~ Song of Dzitbalche ~

I hear the beat of the drums,
can you hear the words they once sung?
Listen closely to the wind,
Listen and hear the voices once again!
Breath deep the air,
taste their cries and despair.
Look deep in your heart.
Can you feel the fire?
See the spark!
Womyn's souls are on the line,
All because some are blind.
Listen to the call,
Feel the mother in us all!
Hear the voices deep within.
Join them so they sing again!

You are singing, little dove,
on the branches of the silk-cotton tree.
And there also is the cuckoo,
and many other little birds.
All are rejoicing,
the songbirds of our god, our Lord.
And our goddess, our Mother,
has her little birds,
the turtledove, the redbird,
the black and yellow songbirds and
       the hummingbird.
These are the birds of the beautiful
        goddess, our Lady.
If there is so much happiness
among the creatures,
why do our hearts not also rejoice?
At daybreak all is jubilant.
Let only joy, only songs,
enter our thoughts!

Libbie Fox!

Phenominal Woman

It's the flash of my teeth,
the ride of my breasts,
And the joy in my feet!
It's in the reach of my arms,
the span of my hips,
the stride of my step,
the curl of my lips.
I am a woman
Phenominally,
Phenominal woman, that's me!

unknown

To be a Witch

To be a witch is to know.
To know one's own self in entirity.
To know and accept that shadows reside
in us all.
To be a witch is to see.
To see the shadows,
to see the light,
and to know the difference.
To be a witch is to learn.
To be a witch is to love.
To be a witch is to live!
                              Rebecca Jo

Maya Angelou

Memories can be a funny thing:
Sometimes they push us forward,
And yet sometimes they hold us back.
                                    ~ Unknown ~

~ Passage from the Apocrypha ~

    ~ Earth, Teach Me to Remember ~

As a mother shall she meet him...
    With the bread of understanding
shall she feed him,
     And give him the Water of Wisdom
to drink.

~ Wisdom of Jesus Ben Sirach 15:2-3

Earth teach me stillness,
       As the grasses are stilled with light.
Earth teach me suffering,
       as old stones suffer with memory.
Earth teach me humility,
       as blossoms are humble with beginning.
Earth teach me caring,
       as the mother who secures her young.
Earth teach me courage,
       as the tree which stands all alone.
Earth teach me limitation,
       as the ant which crawls on the ground.
Earth teach me freedom,
       as the eagle which soars in the sky.
Earth teach me resignation,
       as the leaves which die in the fall.
Earth teach me regeneration,
       as the seed which rises in the spring.
Earth teach me to forget myself,
       as the melted snow forgets its' life.
Earth teach me to remember kindness,
       as the dry fields weep with rain.

~Ute of North America ~

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