by Erin Hulme
What if Father speaks to us through our thoughts and prayers,
And with each passing hour He is caring for us unawares?
And what if Heavenly Mother, as sacred as can be,
Awaits our coming presence in the waters and the trees?
What if all the science of why nature lifts and heals
Is really our kind Mother concerned about how we feel?
She hugs us in the forest. Cleanses us in the seas.
Frees us from the sound of man. Sends love notes on the breeze.
Her children she holds tight each day and offers sun and rain,
And in the singing of earths birds she quiets all our pain.
Mother Earth we call her, the caretaker of earth and sky,
Is really our Heavenly Mother, ever watchful, ever close by.
