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Devotional Miscellany

Seth Beyond the Borders of Egypt

There is no river here
Nor flood to bring the black and green
And birth the land anew.
So he comes rumbling
To bring about his brother’s blessing
To fling Osiris to the earth
All in pieces
And to drive the people to take cover
With rain and thunder
Rather than sand.


These are among the Mysteries
The black earth is split
Of Osiris;
By the green and gold, the grain
Cast down
Cast down
By his brother
Upon the threshing grounds;
Into the river
Grain riven from chaff,
And cut into pieces;
Ground fine by stone on stone,
Bound up
Bound up
By the wise hands
With water, milk, and honey,
Of Anubis;
Kneaded smooth,
Rising
Rising
At Isis’ touch;
With the leaven,
Falling again
Punched down
To rise
To rise
Glorified:
For the oven:
King of those that shine beyond,
Golden brown
Gift of grain,
The bread
Sustainer of the living.


Praise for Nut

Mother of the manifest
Womb of the dead
Arched starry vault of heaven
Whose water jar
Holds cleansing
And oblivion
Swallow up the sun!
In your belly
Is making and unmaking
And grandfather dawn is born
Bloody and fragrant
Between your thighs.


Osiris Mysteries

Between every beat
        The heart rests.

What is the peace
        Of the Weary of Heart?
Rekindling
        The fading sun
Cradling
        The waiting seed
Sheltering
        The shining dead.

What is the season
        Between the beats
Of the resting heart
        Of the Silent God?

In their time
        Each emerges in light.