Technicians of the Sacred: The Stars

For we are the stars. For we sing. For we sing with our light For we are birds made of fire For we spread our wings over the sky Our light is a voice We cut a road for the soul For its journey through death For three of our number are hunters For these three hunt a bear For there never yet was a time When these three didn't hunt For we face the hills with disdain This is the song of the stars. Passamaquoddy(Maine)