What is divine?

You are the wind that breathes upon the sea,
You are the wave on the ocean,
You are the murmur of leaves rustling,
You are the rays of the sun,
You are the beam of the moon and the stars,
You are the power of trees growing,
You are the bud breaking into blossom,
You are the movement of the salmon swimming,
You are the courage of the wild boar fighting,
You are the speed of the stag running,
You are the strength of the ox pulling the plough,
You are the size of the mighty oak tree,
You are the thoughts of all people
Who praise your beauty and grace.

as found in God Has No Religion,
adapted from a 5-6th century Celtic devotional
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About thalassa

Occasionally doting wife, damn proud momma of two adorable children, veteran of the United States Navy, semi-steampunk bohemian beach addict from middle America, Civil War reenactor and Victorian natural history aficionado, canoeing and kayaking and paddleboarding fanatic, Unitarian Universalist and pantheistic Pagan, devotee of various aquatic deities, and practitioner of bioregional witchery View all posts by thalassa

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