Mother Earth. Father Sky. Brother Pain. Sister Heal.
Time was long ago, all was void. Before even the gods were alive, there was nothing. But things end, as the void did, by a stirring of order, pieces fitting together, finding place-ness and identity. Mother Earth was the first to be finished, and even gods have destinies.
She was the center of everything, the First, and the newest. She gathered vapors and other things of life to Her, for She was lonely in the darkness, and thus Father Sky came to Her form, born and living in the wind. Driven past the edge of pleasure by His soft caresses, Mother opened, exposing Her smoldering folds to the void, birthing the moon into the sky.
With Her birth-pains, a new god came to deliver them, Brother Pain, and Sister Heal, who takes the pain from us. Heal came from the darkness as a light rain, soothing and comforting Mother, who just gave them both life.
Sister became involved in the creation of life, nurturing it, but there was no place for it to live. Mother, seeing her child upset so, discussed with her what to do, knowing She would do. This brought plants, and animals later, to Mother's teat. Brother Pain was called to allot their span, as well as his other duties.
Father Sky told each thing a secret of power, that it would be able to defend itself. Mother Earth was pressed by one animal to give it a soul, that it could thank her properly. That animal was man and woman. We were given insight in it's stead, since She knew we had one already. She gave us The Question. Is there anything else?
We have never forgotten that, even if she is not remembered, we still have that. Father's gift as well, and Brother's skills grows day by day, as he plays dark to Sister's light, her skills reaching their limit with our actions and requests. Our actions, killing and using her children like they were ours. Our requests, that we live forever, or stay at peace with each other, or that we get well.
Sister grows weak in the night, her orb giving faint light until her time comes to rebirth anew, driven beyond life with each turn of her orb, brought back with its return into life.
Mother earth, forgive us our ignorance. Let us live as we choose upon your gift. Do not rescind the right for all for a few that cannot enjoy the bounty given them. We will tell them that their bounty is right for them. We will spread the words.
Father sky, forgive us our command. We who listen hear your words still speaking. we also wish the nature to return. We who listen spread the words you tell us. Your knowledge is dust for thirst to those who are not looking for your words, but we work as we can. We who listen will carry your word, as long as the wind tells it to us.
Brother pain, be kind. We wish not to make you work so hard. You are tired. We who listen know your great fatigue. Rest. We who listen will wake you when needed. The time is not right for you, so sleep, sleep. Brother, you cannot be the thing we need right now, for it will be terrible, so terrible.
Sister heal, wake, and be full. We who are yours are spreading, give us time. We know your pain, and wish to treat you. You will need to be as full as the wind to avert what comes. Pull the teeth of your brother, drown the machines of war. We who listen, ask this of you that we may guard Mother, and our own selfish lives.