Earth Tithes
From the beginning to the end, Earth tithes.
Round the circle of eternity, she writhes.
Seemingly full, ripe, and undeniably free,
O God, be merciful to she.
Filling receptacle with such riches untold.
A harvest, a bounty, rare beauty enfolds.
Spreading love not greed is our Creators one decree
O God, be merciful to she.
Go form trusting companionships by the score,
let go of all avarice, hunger no more,
Feast on the comfort of kindnesses just be.
O God, be merciful to she.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012
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