I could not know how quietly they spoke, until I came close, and heard nothing still.
Take solace in my work done; my word kept and thine to keep.
Naos, open be.

When verbum and ordeal may be counted alike,
and a ten fingered hand has been fed,
then the pentacles to glass may return,
and the naos shall open be.

Thy airt of the acre- ripe for the reaping.
Blood of my heart- thine for the keeping.

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