Color of the day: Gray Incense of the day: Sage I will gather the fair herb yarrow, So that my speech will be as the beams of the Sun, And my lips like the juice of the strawberry. I will gather the fair plant yarrow, So that my hand will be brave, And my foot will be swift. May I be an island in the sea, A hill upon the shore, A rock upon the land. May I be a star in the waning of the Moon, And a staff to the weak. With the power of yarrow, none can harm me. |