Our Mother

Our Mother, who art within the earth,

hallowed is the silence of your becoming.

May your mystery come,

your will be done

in roots as it is in rain.

Give us this day the breath of stillness,

and forgive us of our forgetting,

as we forgive those

who have buried their knowing.

Lead us not into severing,

but deliver us to the dark that heals.

For yours is the womb,

and the wind,

and the turning,

now and evermore.

Amen.