In the name of the
daybreak
and the eyelids of
the morning
and the wayfaring
moon
and the night when
it departs,
I swear I will not
dishonor
my soul with hatred,
but offer myself
humbly
as a guardian of
nature,
as a healer of
misery,
as a messenger of
wonder,
as an architect of
peace.
In the name of the
sun and its mirrors
and the day that
embraces it
and the cloud veils
drawn over it
and the uttermost
night
and the male and the
female
and the plants
bursting with seed
and the crowning
seasons
of the firefly and
the apple,
I will honor all
life
—wherever and in
whatever form
it may dwell—on
Earth my home,
and in the mansions
of the stars.
~ Diane Ackerman
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