Guardians of the watchtower of the south, we do summon, stir, and
call thee up to protect us in our rite. Come forth from the cook
fires and smokehouses where food is being made ready for the coming
cold months. Kindle within us the flame of spiritual awakening. So
mote it be!
Responsorial: So Mote it Be!
(Celebrant with the candle symbolizing the element of fire):
"I live in the guarded embers of campfires and the pilot lights
of stoves, I spring from the lightning and the hands of men, I warm
you and I destroy you. Without me you would die. Am I not holy and
worthy of praise? "
"Guardians of the watchtower of the south, return now to the
dying fires of Autumn's heat soon to give way to Winter's chill. Take
with you our blessings and thanks. Hail and farewell!
Responsorial: Hail and farewell