February 4, 2020

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First Peoples/Native American Reflection
Every part of the earth is sacred
       Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore
       Every mist in the dark woods, every clearing and humming insect is holy
       The rocky crest, the juices of the meadow, the beast and all the people
       All belong to the same family.
Teach your children that the earth is our mother;
       Whatever befalls the earth befalls the children of the earth.
       The water’s murmur is the voice of our father’s father,
       We are part of the earth, and earth is part of us.
The rivers are our brothers; they quench our thirst.
       The perfumed flowers are our sisters.
The air is precious, for all of us share the same breath.
       The wind that gave our grandparents breath
       Also receives their last sigh.
The wind gave our children the spirit of life.
       This we know: the earth does not belong to us;
       We belong to the earth.
This we know: all things are connected, like the blood which unites one family.
       All things are connected. Our God is the same God,
       Whose compassion is equal for all.
For we did not weave the web of life; we are merely a strand in it.
       Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves.
Let us give thanks for the web in the circle that connects us.
       Thanks be to God, the God of all.
Chief Seattle
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