Ptah: The End of Malaise Through Catharsis
Praise to you Ptah, Lord of All Builders.
You who takes the clay from Hapy’s banks,
You who takes the sand from the home of Set,
You who takes the
tears of Nit
Who adds the wheat stalks of grain grown by Wesir,
Combine
them into the bricks we use for Your honor.
Walk with me to the design table
where I plan my works.
Stabilize the scaffold of my veneration
Hold my
trowel while I build my life in Your praise.