Isis And The Sages Of Sais Poem by Steve Trimmer

We were The Great Libyan Nation of antiquity
From Atlantis on Lake Tritonis, our city was Cerne
We settled this prodigious continent, and those of The Occident
`Twixt Underworld and The Heavens
We crept neath the willow roots
Soared as The Halycon

As we wert priestess Isis and Her priest Thoth at The Heliopolis of On
The scrying mirror upon Middle Earth

My love Isis, I dote for thee my doxy fair
For I am still thy Thoth
Thy sacred science in the holy word, thou hath taught The Sages
From the red planet of erudition
I seek thy insight for The Hermetic Order
Close I fly to the sun of Hathor

Sagacious Queen of all things
Through many lives we wax and wane
For I, neath aegis of thy Moon Guild
Find my beloved, my Isis on high
Saffron light shines from thee, Dragoness of The Holy Round
For Ra is but a godling of thee; Isis as Sun Goddess Neith Hathor

In the holy city of Sais on Isle of Pharos
We took refuge in the Nile Delta; When The Sphinx was Bast The Lioness
For we were The Sea People who braved The Great Deluge
For we were The Cananites and Cretans who once saw The Ogygian Flood
With us we brought our written word of holy truth

My dear Isis, Goddess of countless ancient names
We venerate thee throughout The Keftiu Confederacy
The great sea is our home, a shrine to thee
Our magick will defy temporal measure
Esoteric wisdom I channel from thee, wise Isis
Emancipation and erudition is my meed from thy divine love

We Sages of Sais bow to Isis and Her priestess coven
So mote it be