~June 27
Think of a sapling grown in morning sun.
Think of its strength: that is the goddess.
Think of corn silk: that is her hair.
Think of matched jewels: those are her eyes.
Think of swan’s wings: her hands.
Think of gray doves: her breasts.
Think of how sweet pigeons coo:
now you are hearing her voice.
—Serbian song to the goddess
As in so many lands, we find in Serbian literature many poems praising the beauty of the goddess. Such poems praise as well the beauty of nature, for the goddess is part of—perhaps the sum of—the natural world. In the birds and plants and animals and mountains and oceans that our planetary mother creates, we see a reflection of all that she is. Yet nature, plentiful and prolific, is beyond all that we wit-ness, ceaselessly producing new creatures, inventing and creating with a power that far exceeds our ability to comprehend it.
How can we not take care of the earth? Each action we take affects the planet that gave us life and sustains that life. If we actually look at the world for one day, seeing its myriad beauties, how could we ever injure her again?
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