Och, I keep screwing up the prayers. I keep forgetting that it's Winter now.

Temple worship has its own style, like set prayers. But even set prayers don't always stay the same.

Red Coat crowned with antler

(in winter: blue)

that sit cross-legged in the Mother's heart

(or: womb),

to you, to you, my Stag,

I make my prayer.

 

Oh, well. Give me another few days; eventually I'll get it right. We've got a lot of Winter ahead.

 

Blue Coat crowned with antler

(in summer: red)

that sit cross-legged in the Mother's heart,

and womb,

to you, to you, my Stag,

I make my prayer.