The Earth is my mother; within her gardens, I shall walk upright.
She grows within green pastures, she sings in the still waters;
She gives life to my soul. She leads me on right paths
for no other reason than love.
Truly, though I walk from my infancy to my dying,
I have nothing to fear;
ever she is with me:
from her arms she loosed me,
and into her arms shall I fall at the last.
The bounty of her table humbles me,
feeding both friend and foe;
for all are equal in her sight
—this teaches me life’s meaning.
She fills my hands with blessing,
fills my heart with joy.
She moves me to experience
the heights and depths of being.
When my time comes,
within her bosom shall I rest
until she calls my essence to return.
She gives life to my soul. She leads me on right paths
for no other reason than love.
Truly, though I walk from my infancy to my dying,
I have nothing to fear;
ever she is with me:
from her arms she loosed me,
and into her arms shall I fall at the last.
The bounty of her table humbles me,
feeding both friend and foe;
for all are equal in her sight
—this teaches me life’s meaning.
She fills my hands with blessing,
fills my heart with joy.
She moves me to experience
the heights and depths of being.
When my time comes,
within her bosom shall I rest
until she calls my essence to return.
© 2010 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen