Guardians of the watchtower of the north, we do summon, stir, and
call thee up to protect us in our rite. Come forth from the fertile
bosom of our Blessed Mother Earth, and nourish us so that our hopes
may grow to fruition. So mote it be!
Responsorial: So mote it be!
(Celebrant with the salt vessel symbolizing the element of earth):
"I am your Mother. From me come the fruit and grain and animals
which feed you. I am your support, and my pull on your bodies keeps
you held firmly to me. Without me you would die. Am I not holy and
worthy of praise? "
Guardians of the watchtowers of the north, return now to the
Earth where worms burrow deeper and seeds nestle awaiting the long
sleep of Winter. Take with you our
blessings and thanks. Hail and farewell!
Responsorial: Hail and farewell!
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