“In
the name of the daybreak
and
the eyelids of 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, Poet/Writer
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