Our Mother Who Art the Earth

OUR MOTHER

Our Mother, Who art the Earth,
Nurturing is Thy Name;
Thy Web of life be woven;
Thy way be found within,
as it is without;
Thank you this day for our daily break’
and forgive us our misuse of you
As we forgive those who misuse us;
And lead us not into exploitation,
But deliver us from lording it over you
and over each other,
and over all your other species;
For thine are the waters of life,
and the hills, valleys, and plains of home,
and our breeding, seeding, feeding ground now,
And for as close to ever as we’ll ever get;
Ah, woman!

(I found this among the poems I have written, but I don't remember writing it...does it sound familiar to anyone?)