Prayer for the Earth

It is a universe of power,
Vast beyond understanding
Without edge or horizon,
Without dimension or definition,
A void that is not a void
In which curtains of is and is-not
Flow in and out of creation.
It is occupied by titans:
Fiery or ravenous or angry giants
That spew or consume,
Rocky cold barren giants
That travel in isolation.

Hidden deep within is one small precious sphere.
She is vulnerable, delicate, and possibly unique,
Her dress is rainbow chiffon,
Her soul is blue liquidity,
Her tresses are green,
Her personality is charming, unpredictable.
She is the Mother of us all.

We are spoiled children
Who leave her house in disarray,
Who ravage her gifts,
Who demand more than she has,
Who express no gratitude,
Who rape her, poison her
And leave bleeding wounds in her flesh.

God, forgive us.
Teach us to live lightly,
With discipline,
To give more than we receive,
To recognize that all that is ordinary is precious.

For You said when you dwelt in her home:
"You do it unto Me."