Santa Tierra, giver of beauties
gentle as raindrops or the sharp claws of tigers,🍃
red as the eyes of ancient tortoises,
redolent as coffees in the damp cool night,
round as ferns glowing green in deep forest,🍃
thunderous as moth wings, rainbows, still pools…🍃
You crack open our hearts with feather-soft fingers,
flood us loose from our fears with such munay🍃
we can only be healed of our bitter tears.
we feed you, Pachamama, our shell shards and offerings,
nestle down in your warm sands
to nurture our becoming
by the whispering lullabies of Mama Cocha.🍃
we dream lavender and roses, sunlight fluttering on leaves,
unicorns charging, lightning rippling on violet hills.🍃
we wrap our roots deep in your diamond heart,🍃
open owl eyes within your dark womb,
to radiant crystals, gushing fountains,
sweet-grass and sage, swift merlins, yellow lotuses,🍃
the crawling jeweled glory of beetles.
you are blood and bone of us all, Nuestra Mama,🍃
birther and healer of our burns,
bringer of death, bearing our freedom
and all balance in your bright cruel sword.
we cherish you, Nuestra Amada,
as saguaro cherishes water,
as aspen cherishes sunlight,
as the dying cherish mercy;
and we bless you, Sagrada Mama,
in our hearts, our words, our deeds;
we aid your precious children,
and we grow your sacred seeds.
~Leslie Morris Britt 🌎