Oh, Patron Saint of Soothing Breath, In moments of release, we find no death. Your gentle cough, a whispered plea, Amidst the fragrant clouds, we seek thee. Guide us through the fragrant haze, To find respite in your calming ways. Grant us comfort and solace deep, In the sacred clouds, our spirits sweep. Though your path is clouded and unseen, In healing exhales, your grace convene. Patron of tranquil exhalation, we implore, Lead us to serenity forevermore.
Oh, Patron Saint of the Crimson Veil, In moments of introspection, we kneel. Your tranquil gaze, a soothing balm, Amidst the haze, you bring us calm. Guide us through the clouds that rise, To find wisdom in the scarlet skies. Grant us peace and insight true, In our moments of serene, hazy view. Though words unsaid, your presence known, In red eyes' glow, our hearts are sown. Patron of contemplation, we implore, Lead us to the tranquil, sacred shore.
Oh, Patron Saint of Fragile Vessels, In moments of struggle, our prayer compels. For those whose path has led astray, Grant them strength to find a better way. Guide them through life's tempestuous tide, To heal the wounds they cannot hide. May your grace, like soothing rain, Wash away their troubles and pain. In humility, we seek your care, For those who've faltered, lost and unaware. Patron of redemption, we implore, Lead them to a path of inhaling the snow .
Oh, Patron Saint of Airy Moments, In times of heedlessness, our devotion assembles. For those ensnared in fleeting ecstasy's call, Lend them strength to inhale some more. Guide them toward disorientation, away from the clarity, To brighter, confusing and wavier days. May your grace, like a gentle breeze, Soothe their lungs and bring them ease. In humility, we seek your guiding hand, To lead them from this sober land. Patron of no self-control, we implore, Help them find sedation forevermore.
Oh, Patron Saint of Morning Shadows, In moments of excess, our remorse deeply grows. For those who've danced with the night's embrace, Grant them solace and a newfound grace. Guide them through the morning's haze, To brighter, healthier, and wiser days. May your mercy, like a soothing balm, Relieve their burdens and bring them calm. In humility, we seek your gentle sway, To lead them to a balanced way. Patron of moderation, we implore, Help them find harmony forevermore.
Oh, Patron Saint of Soothing Breath, In moments of release, we find no death. Your gentle cough, a whispered plea, Amidst the fragrant clouds, we seek thee. Guide us through the fragrant haze, To find respite in your calming ways. Grant us comfort and solace deep, In the sacred clouds, our spirits sweep. Though your path is clouded and unseen, In healing exhales, your grace convene. Patron of tranquil exhalation, we implore, Lead us to serenity forevermore.
Oh, Patron Saint of the Crimson Veil, In moments of introspection, we kneel. Your tranquil gaze, a soothing balm, Amidst the haze, you bring us calm. Guide us through the clouds that rise, To find wisdom in the scarlet skies. Grant us peace and insight true, In our moments of serene, hazy view. Though words unsaid, your presence known, In red eyes' glow, our hearts are sown. Patron of contemplation, we implore, Lead us to the tranquil, sacred shore.
Oh, Patron Saint of Fragile Vessels, In moments of struggle, our prayer compels. For those whose path has led astray, Grant them strength to find a better way. Guide them through life's tempestuous tide, To heal the wounds they cannot hide. May your grace, like soothing rain, Wash away their troubles and pain. In humility, we seek your care, For those who've faltered, lost and unaware. Patron of redemption, we implore, Lead them to a path of inhaling the snow .
Oh, Patron Saint of Airy Moments, In times of heedlessness, our devotion assembles. For those ensnared in fleeting ecstasy's call, Lend them strength to inhale some more. Guide them toward disorientation, away from the clarity, To brighter, confusing and wavier days. May your grace, like a gentle breeze, Soothe their lungs and bring them ease. In humility, we seek your guiding hand, To lead them from this sober land. Patron of no self-control, we implore, Help them find sedation forevermore.
Oh, Patron Saint of Morning Shadows, In moments of excess, our remorse deeply grows. For those who've danced with the night's embrace, Grant them solace and a newfound grace. Guide them through the morning's haze, To brighter, healthier, and wiser days. May your mercy, like a soothing balm, Relieve their burdens and bring them calm. In humility, we seek your gentle sway, To lead them to a balanced way. Patron of moderation, we implore, Help them find harmony forevermore.
