Justice

Furthermore, while my mind is filled with thoughts of my mother, I ponder something important

Why do good people suffer?

Why do those who harm good people rejoice now?

Then my mother's justice came to mind

The good always suffer, until they recieve their reward, and then they rejoice

Those who harm the good always rejoice, until Ma'at recompenses them, and then they mourn

The work is not complete now, and it may never be

Yet, that does not free us from doing the work

I incline my mind toward Sekhmet-Mut, and I work too

The work is never complete

Line upon line, foundation upon foundation

The work we do now, will be the cornerstone for future generations

Poem to Sekhmet-Mut

My heart is inclined toward Sekhmet-Mut
Here I sit, meditating on my mother
Meditating on her love
Meditating on her kindness
May my mind ever be inclined toward you, mother
When I meditate on you my mind becomes still
My mind becomes serene
It becomes peaceful
You fill all of me with your peace and wisdom
May I never cease to incline my mind toward you, mother
Great Sekhmet-Mut, fierce in justice, motherly in compassion
Never let my mind turn from thoughts of you
Fill me with your love