The wise women brought spells to the waves, hoping To cast dreams upon the clearness of blue waters
Precious stones pressed to their breast were Delicately tied with ribbons tinted by seasons and The mysteries of life
The fragrances drifted sweet
As others with innocent eyes
Stood richly on fertile soil
Blanketed in their relevance of ritual
They wept as the voices sang
Grant us knowledge, grant us peace
Ancient Heavenly Father,
Deliver us from the travesty
Of more than we need