Poetry Tuesday: Song of the Sky Loom

In the Tewa (Native American) language, 19th Century.

Oh our Mother the Earth, oh our Father the Sky,
Your children are we, with tired backs
we bring you the gifts you love.
So weave for us a garment of brightness;
May the warp be the white light of the morning,
May the weft be the red light of evening,
May the fringes be the falling rain,
May the border be the standing rainbow.
Weave for us this garment of brightness,
that we may walk fittingly where birds sing,
that we may walk fittingly where grass is green,
Oh our Mother the Earth, oh our Father the Sky.

;o)

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