Prayer for the Hot Days

In the hot days of August, I am reminded of you
by the Sun-seared grass now brown in my yard.
It is brittle and dead now and provides no comfort when I walk across it.
It is life appearing in the semblance of death,
for when the autumn rains come, it will be green again.
Of such small miracles, splendid gods,
is your world made.

Serith, Ceisiwr — A Pagan Ritual Prayer Book