I draw on the elements; their power abounds
I ask of the Lord and Lady; their power astounds
Powers united for a course
directed inward-then outward down
sealing a circle that's never found
Charged water and salt of the sea
Mixed, blessed - made holy
cleaning the temple and those that stand 'round
Sandlewood, Pine, and Myrrh
Purge my temple and make it sound
protection from evil and all not bound
demanding pressence of the Guardians
watchtowers of all directions
standing firm on hallowed ground
Asking of my Lord and Lady
inviting of guidance and of power
acknowledging a rite this hour
A circle of power and connection
between two planes - with real affection
a temple built with real devotion