3: Foundations: Nature and Earth – Cáer
I am a child of the Earth Mother. My heart cannot contain all that I feel for Her.
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How can we bring honour to the Earth Mother?
Everything we have was Hers first.
We are like children, bringing sticky macaroni pictures
to our Goddess of a Mother –
fruits and grains gathered from Her own kitchen,
flowers picked from Her own gardens –
as we cry, “Look, Mama! I made this for you!”
But really, She made it for us
hours, days, weeks, months, years of labour
so we would have
clothes on our backs,
food in our tummies,
shelter over our heads,
love in our hearts.
So when we hold out a bouquet of flowers picked from Her hair
– the prettiest ones, of course –
and say, “Mama, these are for you!”
we remember that they aren’t just for Her, they are Her,
and our wonder and awe at Her beauty, Her diversity, Her sacrifices,
will always make us Her children, sticky fingers and all.
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Very wise and enjoyable poem.