To the east comes the deep red light,
Triumph rising with the sun,
Full with the miracle of life,
Creative power within the light,
Daily renewal.
Sacred hoop, sacred life, let us greet you,
Heal our wounds, make us new.
I gather my words with a spoon
and they turn into soup!
I gather my words with a rake
and the beautiful fertile earth shows --
I gather my words with your love
and I become silent.