To the seasons of life and beginnings
To the egg, the bud, and the seed
To a successful harvest yet to come
And the meeting of every need
Ita fiat!
To all earth’s beings great and small
To promise of blessings to be
We lift our cup in sacred praise
And honor results we can’t yet see.
Ita fiat!
We plant our seeds; they germinate
In our hearts and in our minds
They manifest in reality
And The Gods respond in kind.
Ita fiat!
Our seeds prosper and grow to greatest good
With the care and love we give
With the blessings of Water, Earth, Fire, and Air
A better life to live!
Ita fiat!
We ask the Ancient Ones of old
The Lord and Lady of the Field
To bless our harvest in this seed
The best results to yield.
Ita fiat!