May the cowardice within caution slowly withdraw,
Wisdom is merely knowing road from path from trail,
Fools never hesitate, neither may we all.
Courage be the thread binding moan, grunt and wail.

May the hand be steady yet supple, firm yet soft,
So blossoms may ever spread.
May I ever lift iron to shatter the next croft,
and enliven the briefly dead.

May the ugly know silken embrace,
and the shy be lovingly seen.
May we together, ever sunward face,
guided by Empress and Dream to Queen.

May the eye be sharp, careful and wise,
so the trampled paths stay narrow.
May I cross sky and road, without disguise,
so this prayer may offer rest to the sparrow.

May we remember the Hunter's Kin,
and the purpose of bottling Wrath's rage.
May wild fires burn clean the sin,
of keeping wild souls within a cage.

May the torrent come in gentle waves,
May snowfall numb the pain,
May Balance's return free the slaves,
For only apart may Creation and Nature wane.

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Sarapin, in the year 971 AF.