Temple of Isis

Like papyrus blossoms sprung from the Nile,  
towering pillars stand as a forest ablaze  
with temple torch lights.  
 
While above, through crossbeams of  
cedars from Lebanon, are seen constellations  
that the pyramids of Giza mapped out  
on an earthbound grid.  
 
A stellar connection from the golden seat of
the Sun God, to the darkness of the Underworld.  
 
The One who graces this place on such a night  
before the act, whose success is sanctioned  
by her utterances, comes:  
 
The Eye of Ra,  
overseen by the Phallus of Osiris      
in the Shrine of Sokar,  
The confederacy of Seth, wherein        
what is near is burning.  
 
The stone gods bear witness  
as voices are raised  
to chant in solemn song  
the words she speaks—        
       
O you who are invisible,        
do not await me, for I am Isis.        
You found me when I had        
disarranged the hair round my face        
and my scalp adornments disordered.        
I have become pregnant as Isis,        
I have conceived as Nephthys.        
Isis drives out        
those who would disturb me.        
The dread of me        
follows after me.        
My dignity is before me.        
Millions bend their arms to me.        
The common folk serve me.        
The associates of my enemies        
are destroyed for me.        
The grey-haired ones        
uncover their arms for me.        
The well-disposed        
give sweet things to me.        
Those who are in Heliopolis        
create things for me.        
I live according to my will,        
for I am Wadjet,        
Lady of the Devouring Flame,        
and few approach me.