Guardians of the watchtower of the east, we do summon, stir, and
call thee up to protect us in our rite. Come to us now on the cool
breath of Autumn's sigh which
heralds the advent of Winter and the close of harvest time. Breathe
into us the spirit of the pure joy of life. So mote it be!
Responsorial: So mote it be!
(Celebrant with the incense burner symbolizing the element of air) :
"I am everywhere. I fill the fleshy pouches of your lungs, I
stir all things from the smallest blade of grass to the tallest tree.
I cool you with my breezes and
destroy you with my storms.
Without me you would die. Am I not holy and worthy of praise? "
"Guardians of the watchtower of the east, return now to the brisk
Autumn breezes which are brimming with the excitement of the year's
climax. Take with you our
blessings and thanks. Hail and
Responsorial: Hail and farewell!