Song of the Sky Loom
O our Mother the Earth, O Our Father the Sky
Your children are we and with tired backs
We bring you the gifts of Love.
Then weave for us a garment of brightness
May the warp be the white light of morning
May the weft be the red light of evening
May the fringes be the falling rain
May the border be the standing rainbow.
Thus weave for us a garment of brightness
That we may walk fittingly where grass is green
O Our Mother the Earth, O Oure Father the Sky
from American Indian Prose and Poetry; Songs if the Tewa