Earth

The dirt caked under your nails

Is sacred.

Can’t you feel it?

The pulsing heart of

Life, lived in all things.

This rushing water, flooding the grassy fields-

It is holy.

Holy, raw, and natural,

recipient of the elements, giver of life

and courser through

Nature:

You, beautiful person,

with liquid gold in your brown eyes,

Shimmering chestnut hair-

You are

sacred. Bound to this teeming

mass of life called earth,

called to union with this

dirt, and that

pulsing water, and your

own, living being. You who are created

are beautiful,

an untouched song played to the cadence of the mountain echoes.

We are holy,

we are sacred, for we are created in

union with the earth,

and we create

life.