Poem: Mother Earth, I Hear You Breathe

Beneath my feet your heartbeat hums,
A quiet drum the morning strums.
You whisper life through root and stone,
Reminding me I’m not alone.

Your rivers braid the land with grace,
Silver threads in time’s embrace.
Your wind is ancient, wild, and wise,
A roaming voice that never dies.

Mountains rise like prayers of old,
Guardians carved in patient gold.
Forests sway with gentle birth—
The living lungs of Mother Earth.

And when I’m lost, you call me near,
Your open sky dissolves my fear.
I bow my breath to soil and sea,
For all you are lives also in me.

So may my steps be soft and true,
A tender vow I give to you.
For every dawn and endless sky—
Mother Earth, you and I.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie