Two books hold the Four Branches, The Red and the White. They tell the Welsh tales of wars and of heroes; Of love and of loss. Together we seek these tales, Honoring the ladies of story and myth, We call them forth! Rhiannon, the lady on the uncatchable horse, Who teaches us you have only to stop and ask, For what you seek will come to you. Branwen, the catalyst for war, From whom we learn of the depths of grief. And, perhaps, the mysteries of rebirth. Arianrhod, who tests our worth, Refusing subjugation, standing strong in her power, Spinning, always spinning, the threads of life. Blodeauwedd, Flower Face, Take hold of your empowerment, says she, One who had no agency, yet made her choice all the same. We sing the stories of these Goddesses, And we take to heart the lessons. We exalt the myths, and we call to you now. We the seekers of knowledge, of wisdom. May our studies bring fruit, May our devotions be received, and may our Service always be for the greater purpose. Blessings upon this day.