Let us remember humbly,
the one by and through whom we exist;
she is the oceans and deserts,
scent of musky soil-nurturer of every root and living creature;
dark of the night and light at daybreak, the Mother,
loving carress of zephyr wind
and song of the nightingale;
her womb shelters spring green under winter white snow;
she lives in poetry and percussion;
from beginning of time and holding hope of our future;
source and the light and a tear falling gently,
witnessing her own death and destruction.
Shelter her, as she has done for us
[for she holds secrets in the language of ancient]
hear her speak-don't silence the reverend Mother of all;
lay down beside her and just listen in silence.
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I love your entire presentation on this, Reenie. Hugs, Patricia 
So well deserved!
. It seems to be it is them [the people that have taken his area away from him] Sooooo sad
