The Angel Star Seed Dusting Poem:

A little opening of the hands, and a spreading of the seas, that the unbroken lamented prince falls from the pillars into the feathers of the angels' bed.

And in a meadow of their arms may he find joy and love rested his strength recovered, and his head knowledge the kiss of a pillow.

May the peace of God be upon his wisdom and understanding in his forehead. And upon his temple a chosen name of a special priesthood. May the fruit of his wives' herald worth of his inherence.

That the Lord transcends the seeds of his blessings, rejoiced throughout the ages populated. And drops of dew sprinkle peddles that spread miracles of fortune poured rivers of riches lit from the sex among the stars.

~Cory Morrel