Blessed Goddess Azra,
As we face the coming twilight of bitter cold and darkness,
let not the emptiness fill our bones or our hat;
and let the strong squirrel find his home beneath us, not above us;
and rob our children of flavored candies which
– in your wisdom –
they have not earned;
and guide us as we transcend parking lot Soda Men and their tongues.
Through Guidance and Hope and Love and Angels and Misery.
Thus we Pray.