Hearken at word.

 Calls Personal Gods, a gulf to ford. 

Bridges the vast realities, and it harms none, do as you please. 

Elements protect and guard this nook, from wandering eyes and praying look. 

And fill it with thine ancient powers, In this right and ready hour. 

Powers of the North, the Earth below, help others to live, to learn, to grow.

Lend your strength and stability, to follow their path, with love be free. 

Powers of the East, the Wind, the Sky, watch over these pages with thine eye. 

Your Wisdom and Knowledge, for these I do ask, That Mystically Yours be worthy – of its task. 

Powers of the South, Fire and the Hearth, help these pages to prove their worth.

Infuse them with your healing and passion, so, only good comes from the work that is fashioned. 

Powers of the West, the Water, the Sea, Changes and growth have granted thee. 

Bless Mystically Yours with all that you know that righteous readers may learn and may grow. 

And to unschooled eye let see, Confusing words and sophistry. 

Lead them from these scared pages and bless their passage through the ages. 

For freewill of all, And harm to none. 

As I have willed it, it now is done. 

So, Mote It Be!