Skyloom Poem

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  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.
                                      - Skyloom poem from the Tewa Pueblos

 

 Learn to DANCE -
   Or what will the Angels
            do with you in heaven?
                              - St. Augustine

When grace enters,
        there is no choice -
                Humans must DANCE.
                                        -  W.H.Auden

Lo beneath the gentle vine,
        the whole church plays in peace.
                               -  Notker of St. Gall