To Tefnut of the waters I offer my praise.
Daughter of Atum who spat you into being,
beloved of Shu who shapes the sunlit sky,
mother of starcrossed Nuit and Geb, ever yearning,
ever parted, lady of the rain-cloud,
lady of the morning dew, the mist upon the Nile,
each drop of water is your treasure, O goddess.
I call to you, O Tefnut, bearer of the sun-disk,
O lioness of the Ennead, O Eye of Ra,
wanderer in distant realms, defender from disorder,
smiter of the foes of Ma’at, O goddess who leaves
and yet returns, whose absence saddens all the land,
whose presence is a blessing, O goddess who is distant
and yet ever near. I honor you, O Tefnut,
I thank you for your many gifts; I pray to you, O goddess.
To Shu of the clear and cloudless sky, I offer my praise.
Born of the seed of Atum who is self-created,
beloved of Tefnut, ever-flowing, ever-pouring,
mighty father of Geb and star-scattered Nuit,
O lord of the air, parter of earth and heaven’s vault,
I call to you with reverence, I call to you in wonder.
O Shu who bears the sign of Ma’at, maintainer of order,
sustainer of existence, cool of head and keen of wit,
fine of judgment, kind of countenance, Shu who is wise
and great of reason, master of the many winds
who opens up a place for being, I pray to you, O god.
We know you with each breath we take, each sudden gust
that lifts the leaves; O Shu who upholds the firmament,
who makes the space in which we live our lives,
I honor your power, I thank you for your blessings.
To Geb, great one who is of the earth, I offer my praise
First-born of Tefnut and storm-shunning Shu,
beloved of Nuit of the star-strewn sky,
O Geb who lies far beneath heaven’s vault,
kept ever apart from your dark-cloaked love
by the strength of your sire, the lord of the air:
such is your solitude, such is your sorrow.
O god of the field and the reedy marsh,
O nourisher of life, sustainer of existence,
O father of snakes, O fairest of geese,
yours is the seed within the soil, yours too
the first of the green spring shoots; yours is the harvest
for which we hope, the life for which we pray.
O Geb who grants us the gift of growth,
I call to you with gratitude, I look to you in awe.
To Nuit who is the star-lit sky, I offer my praise.
Daughter of Tefnut and cool-headed Shu,
cherished by Geb, your distant beloved,
each day you bring the sun into being,
each day you bear the sun-boat as it sails
from dawn to dusk, from toe to fingertip.
O coverer of heaven’s vault who holds a thousand souls,
O shelter of Osiris who wards the glorious dead,
lady of the sycamore, the abundance
of the world to come, night-shining one
of the Ennead, mother of your children
who uphold the good of Ma’at, O goddess cloaked
in darkness, I honor your beauty, I honor your might.
We know you in daybreak, we know you in twilight,
O Nuit of shade and shadow, I call to you.
To Sekhmet who is great of power, I offer my praise.
O fierce-hearted lioness, great Eye of Ra,
beloved of Ptah who creates as you destroy,
whose wrath falls on the wicked, whose breath of fire
defeats all foes, O lady of slaughter, lady of red,
Sekhmet of the seven arrows, fearsome and furious,
you who arose from Hathor’s rage, O bright and blessed one
before whom evil trembles, I call to you, O goddess.
O Sekhmet who wields the might of vengeance,
you grant as well a kinder gift: O gracious one,
averter of plagues, healer of ills, mender of wounds
who hears the prayers of the ailing and the injured,
the pleas of the desperate and the wretched,
mistress of physicians who steadies the surgeon’s hand,
I thank you for your blessings, I pray to you for favor.
To Horus, O mighty Heru-wer, I offer my praise.
Bright son of Geb and shadow-cloaked Nuit, beloved of Hathor,
great lady of gold, O eldest of the falcon-gods,
ancient of worship, ancient of name, O Horus
whose left eye is the sun, whose right shines as the moon,
I call to you for favor, I call on you for strength.
Yours is the courage to seek out strife, to war with
the wicked who would corrupt the work of Ma’at.
Yours is the nerve to face what may come, whatever
the chances, whatever the risk. Yours is the will
to persevere through any misfortune, any restaint.
Yours is the heart to fight the good battle,
to struggle and strive and to succeed. O Horus,
mighty Heru-wer, overcomer of obstacles,
share with me, O god, your gift of determination.
To Heqet, defender of home and kin, I offer my praise.
O goddess of the rising waters, sprouter of seed,
awakener of being, mistress of the fruitful field,
mother of motherhood, mother of mothers,
I honor your power, I honor your calling.
Goddess of the birthing room, best of midwives,
friend of women in their travail, you ease the pains
of life entering the world, you grant each child.
its first sweet breath outside the womb. Mighty Heqet,
yours is the gift of a swift birth and a healthy babe,
yours is the care of the newborn child and the house
into which it is born, Preserver of the hearthfire,
guardian of the gate, shield of the household
and shelter of the family, Heqet who hears all prayers,
watch over those within my walls, I pray to you.