#kemetic devotionals

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O Wepwawet, Opener of Roads! May this blog stands in the light of Ma'at & may my path ahead blazes with brilliance.

— my kemetic writings

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To Nefertem

Child, a single drop of dew fell upon your face.

It is fragrant with the scent of flowers.

The sun glitters above the body of Hapi while you play.

In your eyes are the light of youth, the perfection of the world for someone in their morn. How new, how exciting.

But even gods grow up: You become the lion in the borders where no flowers grow.

(So You may break them, so our children may smell flowers & see the world with eyes brimming with love & courage).

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My heart beats with the drums of the wide, wide sky.

The skin of Hethert is covered in spotless clouds the color of bones. Not a single breath of Shu travels, not even one lifts up the wings of birds.

There is no shadow upon the will of the solar disk, shining above us.

Yet thunder rolls... & we cannot catch neither its head nor tail.

A white-gold day for Set-Ra, the heat that loosens.

My praises to you, O Light of Life, Strongest of All Lights. Dazzling & mighty.

Who seeks out every corners that are dark & full of terrors; who pierce through each with unflinching brilliance.

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Blue Lotus Shining

Among the sentences which the Nile spoke of

was the mention of your petals: soft & fragrant

bathed in suspended grace that drowns our dark soils with the rain too.

Sobek surrounded you,

Djehuty too, who pecked & picked.

The shadow of Your son on the ground,

in the noon of Your husband.

A Queen with a crown of vulture,

with arms so wondrous, you'll fly if you want to:

road-opener, magic-weaver,

clever, clever.

And thus the Blue Lotus

who reversed the scorpion's poison

a medicine to raging Sekhmet.

Spread tonight in the fabrics of Nut:

toiling, fighting, speaking,

willing the Dead to Live.

So speaks the Lotus,

with such wile

that Love triumphs over Death.

That no matter how many times

it is torn & scattered apart,

it is whole & shining once more.

Blue Lotus,

who knows all the names of all magic

(which, strangely, sounds like our names too)

And among the flames of your nectar are our faces

In our homes & hearths

Let us celebrate you, Blue Lotus,

Clever One, Priestess,

who know the Names & who know ours too.

By the lantern light, here are our food & our incenses.

Here are our waters, here are our gifts.

Here is what we come up with, here is our toil.

Here is our make-due, here it is, a frumpy shadow of Your wit.

Let us venerate you,

beautify you,

glorify you

O Blue Lotus shining

O Queen Divine

O Mother, O Protectress

I beg You now, I yearn with a petal finger,

To swipe that dew in your smooth face

Back to the flesh of the Nile

To the waiting mouth of Sobek

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To Meskhenet

O Meskhenet, who abided with me in the hour where I drew my first breath.

Sweet Meskhenet, who held my fragile body in Her hands.

Brave Meskhenet, who knew the labor of bringing something to Life, who knew the labor of staying alive. Who will not give up on me.

(Most Fierce Meskhenet, for when my will for Life was as embers, She was there to shield it from the cutting wind. She said, now push!)

Wise, far-seeing Meskhenet, who gazes at my eyes & see how it all will end.

Who, despite, holds my hand still.

I pray to remember the brilliance of the fire that consummately told me to live. To fight for the life & the world I wish to see.

I pray to hear Your sweet voice that proclaimed my Fate when my heart is on the scales.

I pray that You may attest my story with pride.

May I remember you in gratitude: when I am a star among the deep blue of Nut, may my gaze be kindly. For I learned it from She with cradling arms, flyaway hairs & dark circles of a long night. A life-saving wit & the tender pride of new & loving parents.

— my kemetic writings tag