Song at the Center

From the corners of creation to the center where we stand, 

let all things be blessed and holy, 

all is fashioned by your hand.

Brother Wind and Sister Water, Mother  Earth and Father Sky, 

sacred plants and sacred creatures, sacred people of the land.

In the East, the place of dawning, there is beauty in the morn.

Here the people find new visions as each sacred day is born.

All who honor life around them, all who honor life within,

they shall shine with light and glory when the morning breaks again.

In the South, the place of growing , there is wisdom in the earth.Both the painful song of dying and the joyful song of birth.As the earth gives up her life blood, so her children’s may feed, we give back to her our reverence, holy ground beneath our feet.

In the North, the place of wisdom, there is holy darkness deep. Hear the silence, sound of mystery may awake you from your sleep. Hear the music still and holy, sounds beneath the snow and ice, in the ones who wait with patience for the coming of the night.

In the West, the place of seeing, there is born a vision new,

of the Servant of the servants who proclaimed a gospel true.

Let the creatures of creation echo back creation’s prayer.

Let the Spirit now breathe through us and restore the sacred there.