Storm
lashed is the coast
from
drought, to flood goes the plains
We
bow our heads Great Mother
And
place our fates .. in your hands
Blessed
be the Winds
May
your caress be light
over
our heads
Blessed
be the Fire
May
we stay warm
with
your brightness
Blessed
be the Water
May
the tides be gentle
and
light
Blessed
be the Earth
May
she recover from the onslaught
Of
natures whims
Hail
Storm Mother Ishtar
Mistress
of lightening
We
seek your protecting hand
As
Nature rages on
Hail
Mother Earth
In
your summer dress
Changing
your face
with
a storms race
Hail
Mother Innna,
she
who faced death
to
know and understand us
Shield
us now,
with
your cloak of light
Hail
Mother Oya
Mother
of the nine rivers
May
the face you show us
Be
one with a smile
For
eons, life on this earth
has
been one of strife
with
natures whims
Yet,
we are still here
We
are the Mothers own
and
she holds us in her hand
Blessed
be the Winds
gentle
was your caress
Blessed
be the Fire
Warm
was your bight light
Blessed
be the Water
The
tides we soft and gentle
Blessed
be the Earth
Who
will see yet another day
