Saturday Poetry

 

 

Hymn to Gaia, Mother of All

Gaia, mother of all,

the oldest one, the

foundation, 

I shall sing to the Earth. 

She feeds everyone in the

world. 

Whoever you are,

whether you walk upon her

sacred ground 

or move through the paths of 

the sea

you who fly,

it is she who nourishes you

from her treasure-store. 

Queen of Earth, though you

beautiful children,

beautiful harvests

come. 

You give life

and you take life away. 

Blessed is the one you honor

with a willing heart. 

They who have this have

everything. 

Their fields thicken with

bright corn,

the cattle grow heavy in the

pastures,

their house brims over with

good things. 

The men are masters of the

city,

the laws are just,

the women are fair,

happiness and fortune richly

follow them. 

Their sons delight in the 

ecstasy of youth,

their daughters play

they dance in the grass,

skipping in and out

they dance in the grass over

soft flowers. 

It was you who honored

them,

generous goddess, sacred 

spirit. 

Farewell, mother of the

gods,

bride of starry Heaven. 

For my song, allow me a life

my heart loves. 

And now, and in another

song,

I shall remember you. 

Jules Cashford