A Prayer to Purple

I call to Purple, seeker of excellence,
seeker of spirit; you guide us in our service
to the gods, you guide us in our journey beyond
the self. Faith is a gift, but one that must be
opened; faith is a shelter, but should be a place
of refuge, not of hiding. Faith is of the heart
and of the mind; faith is of reason as much as of
acceptance; faith is wide-eyed and curious,
never blind. The truth of spirit, the truth of myth,
these are within your realm; yours is the keen eye
that sees through what is false, that sees all centers
of spirit, each one honest, each unique, each true.

A Prayer to Gold

I call to Gold, tooth of the lion, crown of
the king, light of the sun, glory beyond bearing,
beauty beyond understanding, you shine within
us. Through you we kindle our own flame, we light
our lamp, we warm our hearth; through you we discover
our own strength, we find our voice, we claim our might.
Grant us wisdom in our choices, grant us a kind heart
and a firm hand, grant us purpose and direction;
grant us the will, the desire, the character
to work for the good of all. Let us balance
with skill the trust and the doubt, the cleverness
and the integrity, to lead, to strive, to flourish.

A Prayer to Brown

I call to Brown, firm-rooted in the deep earth,
dirt between your toes; you are simplicity
and precision, you are hard and honest work.
With hammer and saw, with chisel and knife, with
needle and thread, we make our homes, we build our lives,
we walk beside you, silently and mindfully,
the self we share with our mothers and fathers.
When we warm our hands in the brown-black soil, when
we dig in the dirt, we grow closer to you.
When we look back at what has been, when we keep
the old ways and tell the old tales, we know your heart.
When we are where we belong, we are with you.