Monday, August 8, 2016
Weave for Us (Monday Poem)
. . . 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 American Indian
God Is In the Mountain, selected and illustrated by Ezra Jack Keats, 1966, Holt, Rinehart & Winston