Blessed Tyche, guide of the unguided,
friend of the desperate, light of the lost.
In risks taken despite near-hopeless odds,
in impulses followed to unknown ends,
in choices made lightly, in foolish caprice,
in these we look for you, beloved one.
Dear Tyche, unpredictable goddess,
gentle giver of undeserved fortune,
beautiful flickering flame of chance,
we thank you for sweet serendipity,
for pure dumb luck, for the long shot made true.
Tyche, kind one, we praise and honor you.
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