God of the herm which is constructed on the borders:
you pass through as well as keep out.
Pass through my prayers, my offerings, to those I worship;
Pass through as well their presence, their blessings, to me.
The cattle of Apollo seemed to go one way when they had gone the other:
may our prayers go both ways,
may the Immortals go both ways.

by Ceisiwr Serith (David Fickett-Wilbar)