A Grower’s Prayer to the Church of Vivosun
For the Sacrifice of the Autoflowers and the Coming of the True Harvest
Oh holy
Vivosun,
Maker of tents and bringer of light,
Sanctifier of soil, and guardian of roots—
Hear now the humble voice of your servant,
Kneeling amidst perlite and promise.
I enter thy holy tabernacle, the grow tent,
Zippered shut against the chaos of the world.
Within these walls, may photosynthesis reign,
And may peace be upon the ducting.
Blessed be thy LED,
Whose diodes pour forth the sacred spectrum—
Blue for the breath of life,
Red for the fire of flowering.
Let no diode flicker, nor driver hum with ill intent.
Lo, I offer unto thee these autoflowering children—
Not for glory, nor yield, nor pride,
But as holy vessels of my ignorance,
That I may err boldly and learn fully.
May they curl so that I may understand heat,
Wilt so that I may know thirst,
Stretch so that I may study light,
And herm so that I may be humbled.
Let
Cal-Mag flow like sacred oil,
Let pH tests remain ever true,
And may my fans spin like the wheels of Ezekiel—
Loud but righteous.
And when at last the harvest is come,
May the trichomes glisten like manna in the desert,
And may I give thanks for the wisdom hard-won
Through trial, error, and generous foliage.
Oh
Vivosun,
Grant me patience like the slow swell of buds,
Steadiness like the drip of my A&B,
And courage to defoliate when the time is nigh.
In chlorophyll and carbon,
In roots and resin,
So let it be.
Amen.