© Raven Spirit 2002
Can you feel the pulse under your feet?
The Earth is alive feel the heartbeat
The grass be her hair
The mountain her bone
Grain for her children grown out of love
The winds be her breath
Rivers her blood
Yet not always gentle
She’ll drought and she’ll flood
Yet the Earth is our Mother
She cares and provides
The consort of lover
Of our Father the Sun
Round and round they are dancing
Through both time and space
Giving good times and bad times
To the human race
All Hail the Great Mother
For her Blessings divine
All hail the Great Father
For lessons harsh and both kind
For the Old Gods are balanced
In Darkness and Light
You cannot have peace with out internal fight