Praising Jörð
Around me your creation,
Beneath me your flesh.
My breath is your gift,
Your body is my home.
Your voice is the song of birds,
Your presence is music to the soul.
Great Mother Jörð whom I salute in adoration,
You are giver of life and ultimate destruction;
Protector of the wilderness, first creator,
Who provides breath and welcomes us in death.
Hear these words of praise,
Sent to the mother of the Goat King;
To the Earth under my feet, who has birthed and fed me
To your sacred children, spirits that roam the land
To the warmth of your soil in which my ancestors slumber.
I sing of your grace in whispered devotion
For your gifts are many, your arms generous
And you are mother to us all,
Rocking us each day at your bosom.
Time makes blindness easy,
Though ever present you are,
But every step I take
Forever marks your grounds.
