Hymn to Saturn

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O Saturn, keeper of the measured hour,
Lord of the circling ring and patient stone,
You teach that every harvest ripens slowly,
That every silence shelters hidden seed.
Where others flee, you remain, ancient and unshaken,
Holding the lantern while empires fade into dust.
Your scythe is not hatred but completion;
Your shadow is the doorway through which wisdom enters.
Let my restless heart learn your steady rhythm,
My hands your careful craft, my voice your quiet truth.
When the last grain falls, may I stand unafraid,
Looking beyond the rings into the boundless night,
Giving thanks for time, endurance, and the austere grace
That turns mortality into an everlasting song.