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Earth Keeper
The forest speaks,
The prairie speaks,
In wind murmurs
through the high oak,
Through the short grass.
Glory to the seven cardinal points.
To the East, to the South,
To the West, to the North,
To the Upper, to the Lower,
And to the Inner,
The circle of incense smoke
that joins them in breath;
Glory to the Earth of
walking feet,
To the Sky of leaping
aspirations,
And to the corn seed
That joins them in
fertility.
We are
The Keeper of the circle;
We are
The Keeper of the fire;
We are
The Keeper of the Earth.
Author Unknown
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