Our Mother whose body is the Earth,
Blessed are you,
And blessed are all the fruits of your womb.
You give us this day our daily bread,
And we share it with others.
Our Mother whose body is the Earth,
We love you with all our hearts,
And our neighbors as ourselves.
By Carol Christ
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"Everybody needs beauty as well as bread,
places to play in and pray in,
where nature may heal and
give strength to body and soul."
By John Muir
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I salute the moon whenever I see him, like a lover being recognized with an airy kiss. He shines down brightly, like hope from heaven.
I lie out beneath a vast blanket of stars and feel grateful to have ever been born. Being alive feels so good it hurts.
I pour libations – effervescent, sanguine, and enthusiastic. I set apart who and what I love and remember them forever.
I greet the dead throughout the day and hold close the living always. I revel in the bonds of camaraderie.
The gods and spirits watch me, some curious, others playful, all loving in their own ways. All stupefyingly beautiful.
I run and sing, laugh and dance, make music and art, and fuck like my life depends on it – it does. Love makes the heart sing.
I don’t have a church, or an dogma, or a stately forbearance or respectability. I’m just one man who loves to be alive.
I don’t want to be dead, but I wouldn’t mind it – I don’t want to live forever. I just want to live right now, for as long as that lasts.
I guess that makes me human. So if people ask what religion is he, tell them that my religion is life well lived – through love and ecstatic joy.
- David's Creed, Found on Rogue Priest
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Amazing Grace! How sweet the Earth
That formed a Witch like me
I once was burned, now I survive
Was hanged, but now I sing.
Twas grace that drew down the moon to me
And grace that raised the sea
The magick of the people's will
Will set our Mother free!
Amazing Grace! How sweet the Earth
That formed a Witch like me
I once was burned, but now I thrive
Was hanged but now I sing.
Amazing Grace, Rewritten By Margot Adler
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What are your prayers? Please share them here (and if anyone knows David, please contact me so he may receive full credit for his work)
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By John Muir
I salute the moon whenever I see him, like a lover being recognized with an airy kiss. He shines down brightly, like hope from heaven.
I lie out beneath a vast blanket of stars and feel grateful to have ever been born. Being alive feels so good it hurts.
I pour libations – effervescent, sanguine, and enthusiastic. I set apart who and what I love and remember them forever.
I greet the dead throughout the day and hold close the living always. I revel in the bonds of camaraderie.
The gods and spirits watch me, some curious, others playful, all loving in their own ways. All stupefyingly beautiful.
I run and sing, laugh and dance, make music and art, and fuck like my life depends on it – it does. Love makes the heart sing.
I don’t have a church, or an dogma, or a stately forbearance or respectability. I’m just one man who loves to be alive.
I don’t want to be dead, but I wouldn’t mind it – I don’t want to live forever. I just want to live right now, for as long as that lasts.
I guess that makes me human. So if people ask what religion is he, tell them that my religion is life well lived – through love and ecstatic joy.
- David's Creed, Found on Rogue Priest
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Amazing Grace! How sweet the Earth
That formed a Witch like me
I once was burned, now I survive
Was hanged, but now I sing.
Twas grace that drew down the moon to me
And grace that raised the sea
The magick of the people's will
Will set our Mother free!
Amazing Grace! How sweet the Earth
That formed a Witch like me
I once was burned, but now I thrive
Was hanged but now I sing.
Amazing Grace, Rewritten By Margot Adler
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What are your prayers? Please share them here (and if anyone knows David, please contact me so he may receive full credit for his work)
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