The rich build temples to shiva, What shall I , a poor Man ,do O my Lord! My legs are the pillars, My torso , the shrine, My head , the golden pinnacle! Things Standing Shall fall But the moving ever shall stay!

But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.

Lord, behold our family here assembled. We thank you for this place in which we dwell, for the love that unites us, for the peace accorded us this day for the hope with which we expect the morrow, for the health, the work, the food, and the bright skies that make our lives delightful; for our friends in all parts of the earth. Amen.