Prayer of Praise to the God

A tall-standing oak is our God,
supporting the worlds on his limbs,
each world ordered according to the spreading of his branches.
Into each world, his twigs extend,
bearing the leaves and acorns that are our lives.
From what source is this tree nourished?
Where do its roots extend?
Deep within the void they reach
and are fed there from the substance of the Goddess.
He makes known her will, giving it form,
from which we might know it and live according to its pattern.
Shaper and essence, open my eyes, open my ears, open my heart,
that I might perceive the sacred pattern and conform my life to it.

Serith, Ceisiwr — A Pagan Ritual Prayer Book