A Lamentation

Oh Sweet Mother, how beautiful you are.

We take your beauty for granted.

You bless us with such abundance,

your fecundity knowing no bounds,

endless in your giving.

Your waters flow and cleanse us.

Your body sustains us with nourishment.

Your breath brings rain and sows seed.

The fire in the depths of your belly

throws up molten lava, creating islands—

ash nourishing the soil.

You are bejewelled with magnificent stones.

Mountains and valleys sing your praises.

You gift us a new day with the rising sun

and tuck us gently into darkness,

leaving the moon so your children can see.

Your stars flicker and twinkle,

flowers in your hair.

You are breathtaking,

my Sweet Lady.