Earth: Fruitful Womb~

Daughter
of the sacred motion
'tween Father Sun
and Mother Ocean.
Lovechild
of a Union fair,
Sister
of the gentle Air.
Meld the three
back into one.
A fourth!
Creation has begun.
First and only
fruitful womb
carry Life
from birth to tomb.
Giver
of both Time and Space
birth
an animated race.
A vessel
of mere mud and clay
to give the Soul
a place to play.
Give us flesh
with which to feel
'til we
as dying elders kneel.
With ears to hear
and eyes to see.
So it's writ,
so shall it be.
Split the color
from pure light
against the gray
backdrop of Night.
Oh Earth beneath
a noon days' fire
send the Sea of Life
still higher.
From mineral
to mighty mount.
From trickle
to the rushing fount.
Take single cell
and multiply
'til plant and animal
reach sky.
'Til fish and reptile
search the sea,
'til Soul from scale and skin
be free.
But break the mold
that bind the Spirit
Only after
Truth we hear it.
Oh Mother
of the Sacred Heart,
Let us only
into Wisdom part.