Mother Earth

In the convent, I prayed to God-The-Father and Jesus mostly. Then there was Mary, the distant Virgin. Since I left, I’ve returned to my more ancient roots and especially to . . .Mother Earth. 

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The Blanket around Her

 

maybe it is her birth

which she holds close to herself  

 or her death   

which is just as inseparable  

and the white wind 

that encircles her is a part  

just as  

the blue sky  

hanging in turquoise from her neck  

 

oh woman  

remember who you are   

woman 

it is the whole earth.”

 

        Joy Harjo

 

 

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