Come to Her temples

All you who are thirsty;

Come to Her breasts

That forever are full.

Drink deep of Her sweetness

As long as you like,

Take comfort in Her darkness

And strength in Her light.

Whispering Her secrets

To the winds as they blow,

Remember those dreams

You dreamed long ago.

They came as a lover

To take you and show,

The mystery and magic

That hid in the night,

When you slept in Her caves

And played in Her light.

Open your eyes

To the strength of Her trees,

That spoke when you crawled

On your hands and your knees.

Before you could read,

Before you had laws,

The church was in their branches

The scriptures in their leaves.

Roderick 1986