The day of the disciple

Wash my hands and feet from the well from Samaria. Dip the shell in oil and inscents, cleanse my inner soul. Place the crown of throwns down at the foot of the altar with the white rose facing up. The table is covered with cloth and the wheat is in from the harvest. Gather the stones by the sea place them gently side by side. Never look into the water for there shall not be. Fore in the water a hole in the sand quickly shall the drain be for upon the time a day of poor, no weather quite as seen. When the storm of the seas no forest before the trees, all can see wrong is the one who is not  gathering.