What have I done to You

What have I done to You,
You Virgin, so vulnerable and pure?
You Mother, ever feeding the tiny?
You Old One, full of wisdom and council?
What have we done to You. 

Come, let us restore You,
Wash Your saintly skin,
Bind Your precious wounds,
And anoint Your bruises. 
Let us bow in regret
To the womb that made us,
Toe the breasts that fed us
And cherish and maintain them. 

Tell us, O Ancient Virgin!
How was it before Gilgamesh
Slay Your heavenly bull?
Before the riders from the East
Separated us to us and not-us?
How we honoured our foremothers
In mountains and caves of huge stones?
How we sang and told stories
Of Your Love, Deeds and Ways?
How we shared with our neighbours
What we had in plenty, and they with us?
And no one needed something back for it!

Come and let us restore You,
Wash Your saintly skin,
Bind Your precious wounds,
Anoint You bruises. 
Let us bow in regret
To the womb that made us,
To the breasts that fed us
And cherish and maintain them. 

Come, let us love The Earth again.