Remember always, your body is sacred ground.
Your roots are strong and the sun holy.
The gardeners who came before—
Mother, grandmother, great-grandmother—
Tilled your soil with the compost of their lives.
And now, you hold the seeds.
Plant them deeply in the furrow of this land.
May what comes to you as flower
One day ripe into fruit.
And in your final years,
May they return as shade.
- Lynn L. Caruso
Prayer by Lynn L. Caruso is from "Honoring Motherhood: Prayers, Ceremonies & Blessings" - Edited with Introductions by Lynn L. Caruso. (c) 2008. Permission granted by SkyLight Paths Publishing, P.O. Box 237, Woodstock, VT 05091 www.skylightpaths.com
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