“Ihy, sweet child of harmony.
Bring harmony to the nation of Kemet.
May always look after our words, tone, and meaning.
Whether those words issue from our mouths or through the written word, we are responsible for what we say.
May we look at other’s speech with patience, kindness, and compassion.
May we believe others come from this place as well.
O Ihy, grant me harmony in all my interactions with he Children of Netjer!”
A powerful prayer I wrote several years ago calling on Set to destroy isfet. It seems like an especially powerful prayer at this time.
“The Uncreated stands ready to destroy all I hold dear.
It is watching and ready to strike and allows its vile venom to flow to my heart.
It waits for the moment.
May I be steadfast.
May I protect myself, by protecting my brother.
May I treat my neighbor with love and compassion.
When thoughts of destruction and selfishness slither into my mind,
may great Set protect me and my family, slay the Uncreated,
and restore ma’at in my heart and home.”
I enjoy Celtic hymns and find it as a way to honor my ancestors. I always find a way to make them blend well with my spirituality as below with the Irish hymn “Be Thou My Vision.”
Be Thou my vision, O Lord of my heart
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art
Thou my best thought, by day or by night
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.
Be Thou my wisdom, and Thou my true word
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.
High King of the Duat, my victory won
May I reach Amenti’s joys, O bright Midnight Sun
Heart of my own heart, whate’er befall
Still be my vision, O Ruler of all.
Raheri, how many mountains must you face? How many stones will you stumble on?
How often will the same difficult paths and twisted discourses try to block you from your journey?
How often will you stagger? How often will you collapse under the weight of all the burdens you carry?
How often must the tears carve canyons into your face?
I the Silent One, the Living One, the One Who Lives Eternally, see and hear you.
I see the tear tracks. I see the bruises. I feel you hurt so deep. I know your pain. I know everything you endure.
You are innocent and pure. You are my son, and like the sun you shine brightly.
So Raheri, how many mountains must you face?
Till there are no mountains left in the valley left for US to climb.
Wesir, Lord of Djedu, Judge for whom all things are clear.
May my tongue never curse your office.
May my speech always speak of its’ praises.
May my tongue never be silent in the face of oppression and abuses of power.
May I speak out.
When I come and kneel before during my journey,
may all I have said and done, all I have not done or said, be expected and true.
May I be vindicated in the Hall of the Ma’ati, the place of Two Truths, and find home in the Field of Reeds.
This libation is for You, Wesir.
This libation is for You,
coming forth from Your son,
Coming forth before Heru.
I have come and I have brought to You
the Eye of Heru,
that Your heart be refreshed therewith.
I have brought it unto You, under Your sandals,
I have presented to You the liquid
which comes forth from You.
– Pyramid Text