Sopdet rises,
A glimmer in the void so wide.
You who is sharp;
The Silver Needle-
Threading where stars collide.
Day breaks at your fingers.
Dawn blooms in your breath.
You hold the hush that lingers
Between life and death.
The Cosmic Womb-
Radiant and celestial.
You kiss the Earth,
Blessing the terrestrial.
Mother Aset,
With wings of gold and green,
Guide me through moonlit corridors,
Awaken truths unseen.
Your heart that heals,
Your hands that mend-
Teach that love saves,
When all else ends.
Embodiment of Sirius-
Quintessential and Divine.
Goddess of Creation-
Who's prowess transcends time.
Lion-hearted Sekhmet,
Alchemist of Gold
You temper my armour,
Through fires blazing bold.
Guardian of Sacred Flame,
With transformation in your roar-
I feel your call in my veins,
Recoding my essence-
Reshaping my core.
Eye of Ra,
Defender of Light,
Warrior of Shadow-
Creation and destruction entwined.
Sopdet weaves the comic loom.
Aset tends the seeds that bloom.
Sekhmet shapes the molten hue-
And I weep tears of gratitude.
To star, to womb, to fire renewed.
With open heart,
I pledge my way,
To walk in balance-
Night and day.
Lit by Sopdet's endless gleam.
Held in Aset's gentle dream.
Carried forth on Sekhmet's roar.
Forevermore. Forevermore. Forevermore.