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 our daily stillness,

and forgive us of our forgetting,

as we forgive those

who have buried their knowing.

Lead us not into our own abscence,

but deliver us into the dark.

For yours is the womb,

and the wind,

and the turning,

now and evermore.

Amen.