Ice Mountain melted
ages ago
and made this ridge,
this place of changes
now we are rooted in it,
we of the old ones,
we of the new ones from afar;
oatgrass meadow, douglas fir thicket,
we are rooted in the ridge of changes in the time of changes
The winds carry strange smells, this is a day of change
Great Ones above and below, bless us!
O shining One above, feed us with your light;
O soft ones, sky darkeners, wash us with your rain drops!
O powers above us , bless us with your gifts,
for we reach up to you, branching wood and sap.
O Earthmother from whom we grow,
sandy gravel into whom our roots branch wood
and sap deep down,
bless us in our night sleep, in our death and decay.
Bless us, dark earth as we give back
that which we have received
as we make a forest of blessing a ridge of blessing
for the future to grow upon.
Chinook Psalter
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