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.
Thus weave for us a garment of
brightness,
That we may walk fittingly
where birds sing.
That we may walk fittingly where
grass is green,
O our Mother the Earth,
O our Father the Sky.
~ FROM THE TEWA INDIANS
OF NORTH AMERICA
