Feathers of Light
Cradled in an ocean of prayers
with moonlight raining everywhere
Upon white feather wings
we rest as angels sing
Ancestors touch us
with hundreds of hands
Their feathers of light
bless the sky and the land
Through the gate of my brow
I can see their spirits stand
Proud as the mighty oak
invoking Grandfather's plan
As an eagle
they help me to see far
into the grain of sand
in my hand or the stars
The owl perched on the branch
as wind devas danced
Ancestors touch us
with hundreds of hands
Their feathers of light
bless the sky and the land
Through the gate of my brow
I can see their spirits stand
proud as the mighty oak
invoking Grandfather's plan
Sunflowers are talking
The white wolf is walking
in circles around me
Great Spirit has found me
Ancestors touch us
with hundreds of hands
Their feathers of light
bless the sky and the land
