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.