She Comes!
O Queen,
Sweet of Love.
That Sweetness,
like an offering of honey,
fit only for Royalty.
Your blessings come forth,
on the wings of butterflies.
Your Beauty, divine,
on a Throne of silk and gold.
Your gaze, full of Love,
the kind that Sweetens our Souls.
~Rev. Tawa’ubast
Caressing me with Incense Smoke,
Queen of the Perfumes,
while basking in the shadows,
of Your beautiful visage.
An offering of tea I bring,
steaming, rising forth,
to meet the smoke of incense,
carried up to high above.
~Tawa’ubastmut
In the shadows I know no fear
A feline of the night stalks by
A silent child of Heaven’s Queen
Whose gaze rests upon me
And all the little steps I take
Align with her own prints
A throne of gold upon the sands
A figure sits within
Dark fingers play on filigree
Her eyes reflect the sun
A hand she raises before me
An offering of love
I take that hand respectfully
And I join her in the warmth
~Tawa’ubastmut
Close your eyes, little kitten of mine.
Close your eyes and let the dreams come.
You are tired, and your eyelids are heavy.
You’ve had a long day and so you must rest.
I will protect you. I am your Mother.
I will give you all the strength you need.
The nightmares won’t come,
and the dreams will bring you peace,
as you lay your head to sleep.
~Tawa’ubastmut
Upon your throne, oh glorious Queen,
It is you before I kneel.
I know you through compassion,
and the flame within I feel.
I walk upon the sands for you,
the heat beneath my feet.
And burning, walk those miles for you,
your strength makes me complete.
Bast-Mut, Queen of Heaven!
Bast-Mut, Queen of Light!
I now see why you have called me,
Your soldier to your side.
Raise your paw, Oh Radiant queen,
And smite the dark within.
I let you lead me to the light,
With a new day to begin.
I step into the shadows,
only guided by your love.
Not fearing as I tread the night,
you’re my guidance from above.
Bast-Mut, Queen of Heaven!
Bast-Mut, Queen of Light!
I now see why you have called me,
Your soldier to your side.
Your joy is pure euphoria!
Yet as Queen you speak commands,
of your children to not eat our hearts,
and live our life in ma’at!
You are the spark of my very soul,
And the passion that burns within.
I sing your song Oh brilliant Queen!
Notes like incense in the wind.
Bast-Mut, Queen of Heaven!
Bast-Mut, Queen of Light!
I now see why you have called me,
Your soldier to your side.
Bast-Mut, Queen of Heaven!
Bast-Mut, Queen of Light!
I now see why you have called me,
Your soldier to your side.
~Tawa’ubastmut