The verse

The tide keeps hours, the moon her phase,Read when she swells and when she wanes.Launch the light skiff when waters rise—Poling upstream, the long year drains.

Reading

This lot bids you wait for the tide: move when the waters gather, rest when they fall. Go with the hour and your strength is spared; go against it and you labor in vain. Mind the timing, not the harvest.

The temple keeper adds

A kind sign. The god nodded — small, but real.

[ Draw another at the temple ][ Keep a traffic omamori ]