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February 03, 2010

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Bill Wright

The good friar confirms
The basis of our faith
Lays in the bosom of Gaia

The villagers congregate
They are bereft..by our count
Maybe, though, rich in ways we don't understand


They greet the visitors
These strangers in a strange land
With joyful noise

Rhythms of the earth
Songs of the sky
Dances of the animals

We are moved
We join in
Why? We have connected.

Gaia, Mother Earth
Father, Son, Holy Ghost
Hear our thanks for life and LIFE

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