Our gods are green and our gods are good
And we thank them for this food
We thank Mother Nature’s rain and sun
Her seeds, her soil our kingdom come
We thank the famers for the harvest
The fisherfolk shepherds, butchers and cooks
And we thank those who serve us our daily bread
Remembering to help those not so well fed
We worship no virgin mother
Certainly no jealous father in the sky
Saddled with a nation too sick to acknowledge its sores
We sadly share dying seas
vanishing forests and species
Our friendships balanced on shifting sands of hope
hope that what we love will not be lost
Our prayers:
work and wonder
Our temples:
ancient forests, untouched streams
Our miracles:
migrations and matings, birth and bird nests
Our hope:
born of a knowledge that love is the child of the desire we share with hawk and salmon…