it is smiling Hathor who calls to me
her breasts full, her sun shining above
my spirit journeys joyous as Amun
within the green of Nu’s birthing waters
my Horus soul soars over the mists
perching on each bowing branch
dutiful Thoth records my passing days
on papyri in hieroglyphs of gold
careful Anubis weighs the purity
of my heart against an honest feather
that tips the scales of Maat’s truth
while knowing Osiris looks grimly on
and when my eyes open at last
i step into the eternal striding waters
and find my salvation
enfolded by the waves
of her love
George Ellington 
Oh, this is gorgeous. You have written a new mythology, with old gods. Except your love is no myth.
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Thank you so much, Susan. Your response, ever so sincere and encouraging, lifts my spirits. Love transcends time, doesn’t it? We love amidst the gods of old, the myths, the divinities, the spirits of Egypt and Gaul and Eire and Dowa Yallane. It is a blessing.
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The last section is so enchanting…like a breath at the end of suffocating. Beautiful.
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Thank you, RL. It does feel like that. Yes, it does. This moment, this most affectionate of blessings, pronounced by a gentle heart. Yes, I feel that I can breathe again.
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Well…that is truly amazing. That makes me smile George.
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This is a whispery cloud of love, floating with breathtaking spell on velvet carpet ~
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So sweetly written, T, your response. Thank you.
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