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Come to Her temples
All you who are thirsty;
Come to Her breasts
That forever are full.
Drink deep of Her sweetness
As long as you like,
Take comfort in Her darkness
And strength in Her light.
Whispering Her secrets
To the winds as they blow,
Remember those dreams
You dreamed long ago.
They came as a lover
To take you and show,
The mystery and magic
That hid in the night,
When you slept in Her caves
And played in Her light.
Open your eyes
To the strength of Her trees,
That spoke when you crawled
On your hands and your knees.
Before you could read,
Before you had laws,
The church was in their branches
The scriptures in their leaves.
Roderick 1986