Sept. 21, 2013
Westward I stand in morn or night,
West to the setting sun of eventide.
Though my desk be not westward lie,
While nighttime I sit to work or play.
Eastward does my alter stand,
Reflecting the westward looking sky.
North is where my home looks and my books be,
Where South the sun does homeward travel.
These are my watchtowers of protection!
These are the home of my guardians.
These are the directions of My Lady Earth,
And my center to cycle abound.
Directions are important to me,
Protectors of my center on Earth.
Be I at play or thoughtful way bound,
Whither Ye North, South, East, or Westward be!
