Mother's Prayer-- adapted by Rebecca Solnit


 Our mother who art underfoot,
hallowed be thy names, 
thy seasons come, thy will be done,
within us as around us.
Thank you for our daily bread, our water, our air,
and our lives and so much beauty;
lead us not into selfish craving and the destructions
that are the hunger of the glutted,
but deliver us from wanton consumption
of thy vast but finite bounty,
for thine is the only sphere of life we know,
and the power and glory, forever and ever,
amen.

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