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Friday, May 25, 2012

Hymn to Isis

I call upon you, Isis, most graceful and high of the High Ones
Hear your lowly servitor and grant your blessings
Most full and gentle
You whose crescent moon and stars
Encompass the world.

Wave your arm, and strew the glittering dust of many worlds
Like seeds to be planted in the vast blackness of space
Step gently across the bridge of many colors
And rest in the mountains of flowers I wish for your offering
That they may shine.

Swell the fruit of the land, make mother with child
Cause flying birds to nest, and bees to swarm
Make the endless procession of life grow full and bountiful
Bring water to the well and rain to the clouds
Cause your veils to fall upon barren earth
And make it holy.

Bring warmth and richness into the hearts of men
O essence of joy without end
Radiant, beautiful, like the sun rising on a clear morning
Scattering the clouds and mists of the night
Into glittering droplets.
 
Stand shining from that cloud which I see above me
Dance on the blossom growing by the fence
Bless the kettle in which I cook my food
Shine your light, that I may read by it
The wonders of heaven and earth.
 
Call forth fruits in great abundance
Mangos, plums, and sweet cherries
Milk and wine, honey and oil
That men may grow with life and health
Like shining bubbles around a waterfall
Rising and falling.

Smile down upon us, that we may see you, great mother
Set foot upon a flower, wife and lover of sunlight
Spread your innocent radiance through the skies, untouched one
That the earth may resound with your praises.

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