A prayer from the Tewa Pueblo. I ran across it in Native American Healing Arts.
O our Mother the Earth,
O our Father the Sky,
Your children are we, and with tired backs
We bring you the gifts you 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.
Then weave for us a garment of brightness
That we may walk fittingly where grass is green,
O our Mother the Earth,
O our Father the Sky!
While I was copying this it struck me how beautiful this image is. Imagine one of those fancy dance shawls for the Pow Wows with all the shades of sunrise and sunset, fringed with all the shades of the rain from soft showers to drowning downpours with a border of all the colors of the rainbow. While I'm at it I'd add beads to the fringes and borders. Beads that flash with all the colors of the stars and glow from within with silver of the moon and the gold of the sun. And then do it at night with all the lights hitting the fringes and border. Flashing, sparking with all the colors of the Cosmos.
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