The Womb of Stars
The womb of stars embraces us; remnants of their fiery furnaces pulse through our veins.
We are of the stars, the dust of explosions cast across space.
We are of the earth: we breathe and live in the breath of ancient plants and beasts.
Their cells nourish the soil; we build our communities on their harvest of gifts.
Our fingers trace the curves carved in clay and stone by forebears unknown to us.
We are a part of the great circle of humanity gathered around the fire, the hearth, the altar.
We gather anew this day to celebrate our common heritage.
May we recall in gratitude all that has given us birth.
[No. 445, Singing The Living Tradition]
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