Raven Steals the Sun & Moon

 

Raven Steals the Sun & Moon
Stained Glass by James M. Frase-White
a Gift to Northfield Public Library, 2009
Northfield, NH (across from what was or Beloved Union Sanborn School)


Raven Steals the Sun and Moon


(as retold by James M. Frase-White, from Tinglith and Haida Versions)


Long, long ago Earth

Was blanketed around

in a Shroud of Darkness

Only creatures of the night

As black as we know the darkest night

Without the glory of daylight

Or the gentle caress of moonlight

Raven, with vision deep and clear

Could see lingering beyond the deep

Outside our round planet

Beyond the somber black

Two globes, one small one big

Of glimmering gold and white

Colors he had never seen before

And dots far far away sparkling

With enticing light, not night

A treasure he knew that he must find


Raven could hear the drumming

Of the creator gods

Steps that were moving, dancing

Around the glistening globes

OPening his wide black wings

Raven flew breaking through the cover

Those Gods indeed, were prancing round

Their eyes closed as if to pray

And block the bright light

Raven opened his claws


To grab the large golden globe

Beneath his strong broad legs

Suddenly colored like that sun

In orange joyous and bright

Into his beak he grabbed the little one

As it to glowed in the color of this moon

Down to home Earth he flew

Dropping the hot globe far in front

On his homeland grew colors brilliant

Flooded with blues and greens

And spots blooming in rainbow shades

To the night side he took the same circle

Which seemed catch the light of the sun

And gave us our sweet Luna

To keep the world company at night

A time when creators could rest

And those of darkness night live

The gods had now awakened as these

Balls of dirt and stone moved away

And with a sweet song of praise

Thanked Raven with delight

As we humans, now that we have come to life

Should give praise to that bird

And all his corvid and colored flying friends

Our thanks we shall in bright joy give

For the beauty of the flying friends

Daylight in which we grow

And Moonlight touching poetic souls

With the joy of Raven’s gift


Blessed by heavenly gods and all of us on Earth


On this lovely Summer Day

(written in the middle of morning night)

©James M. Frase-White

24 July 2024





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