O Magickal Spring!
Do not tell me that the Earth is not magic, with Her dead-looking forests exploding into a thousand shades of green!
With His impossible sky, Her sweet fleshly soil, Their life-giving torrents!
Do not say that God does not dwell in the bright morning sun, that the Holy Spirit does not live in the ocean miles deep with creatures that glow in the dark!
You cannot convince me that our planet is not a gift of the Divine, is devoid of the Soul of the Universe!
It is as plain as day, as a a baby’s first grin, the tart sweet of a berry, the way my skin miraculously heals itself when injured!
The Creator’s care is in my lover’s arms, the glowing fire, the cool drink of water, the happy achy muscles of a day’s good work.
Sacred lifeblood flows in the rivers, in the ants, in the whales.
Her voice rings in the strings that are strummed, the laugh of a child, the lament of the lost.
Let us savor and rejoice in our boundless blessing!
Inner Voice 