Saturday, April 12, 2014

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











3 comments:

FOLKWAYS NOTEBOOK said...

What a nice poem tribute to Gaia! -- barbara

HOOTIN ANNI said...

Beautiful....
especially shared this weekend of Palm Sunday.

Rambling Woods said...

Beautiful