Honoring Mother Earth
My love of our Mother Earth has deep roots. I knew my grandmother only as an old, stern woman. But, long after she passed on, among old family papers, I found a poem she wrote about her love of “The Mountains” (see below.)
Her son, my father, took us camping every summer, as his family did when he was young. He studied the very essence of earth – her blanket of soil that nurtures all life. (He was a soils scientist and professor at a major university.) He participated as a lecturer in one of the first classes on ecology.
Later in life, I was drawn to Native American spirituality for its deep honoring of and connection with Nature, and learned much from their teachings, prayers and ceremonies.
Today, I want to share art and poetry that express love of our one and only home, the source of all known life, Mother Earth.
EARTH CHILD’S PSALM
By Rahima Warren
Mine ears are shaped to delight in
the sounds of Thy waters flowing,
Thy creatures singing.
My cheeks are made to blush at Thy winter’s kiss.
Of Thy stone, my bones.
Of Thy waters, my blood.
Of Thy feast, my flesh.
Of Thy winds, my breath.
Of Thy fire, my mind.
Of Thy love, my soul.
O Mother Earth,
Most Sacred Mystery,
I am wholly Thy child.
I give Thee thanks for my life.
Healing the Earth by Rahima Warren
by Grace Arkley
I want the grand old mountains,
With snowy heads upreared;
I want a cozy mountain glen
With tiny camp space cleared.
I want the chirp of mountain birds,
The call of mountain quail,
The silver splash of leaping trout,
The wild rose by the trail.
I want the sunlight on the brook,
The shadow on the hill,
To watch white cloud in blue, blue sky
From canyon deep and still.
Oh, the mountains, the mountains,
I love you from my heart.
Oh God, when I go to heaven,
Let the mountains be my part.
- What do you love about our planet?
- Did anyone teach you about our Earth when you were young?
- Where does your heart long to be: in the mountains? by the sea? among red rock canyons?