Spirit of Earth will you hear me,
And witness the fall of my fear?
Blessed are the gifts that you cede me;
Grant it that they become clear.
Wings to fight for my freedom,
Horses to drum with my death
Mountains to centre my silence;
Serpents to circle my breath.
A heart to sing for the Sun in,
Joy in the rhythm of pain;
A sharp edge to cut to the truth with,
A seed to herald the change.
A circle of stones to surround me,
Blood from the heart of the earth;
Trees of all nations to ground me,
Winds to carry my mirth.
Fires to roar for my freedom,
Waters to call for my birth;
The moon and a feather to guide me,
And a song to sing for the Earth.
Unknown~
