When you were desolate, disordered and
empty, you were separated from the abyss
from the abyss.
To bring forth the green seed-bearing
grass and fruit trees.
The animals and beasts of the field feed on your pastures
and drink the water of your springs.
He took from your dust and
created his masterpiece like it.
He made us to multiply and to fill you, to rule
and to care for you.
As a mother produces milk to nourish her young,
So do you produce to nourish us day by day.
If your trees nourish us, and give us food and
shelter, and your flowers make us beautiful.
How can we not love you?
But if thou eatest of the forbidden fruit,
Thou art parted from Him.
If your children have gone after the fruit that
leads to destruction, to the abyss and emptiness.
Do not weep, Mother Earth, do not weep, My Mother!
From your dust we were formed and to
your dust we shall one day return.
And He will hear your groaning and He will
heal you. Oh Mother Earth, Oh Mother Mine!
Mayra Santos