To Bast

© 1999 by Ree Tjeerdsma

Behold the wondrous majesty of Bast
Her cat's eyes gazing down on the Two Lands
To see her gifts, the children, holding hands
Rejoicing in their lives and in their past
Their parents praise the goddess at long last
For, in their lives that shift just like the sands,
Their babies hold them firm like copper bands
While desert stands aback, taken aghast.
Her symbol sets her emerald eyes on mine
And purrs to keep her offspring quite content
She too worships her Mother, Bast, the Queen
of Cats, and prays she'll give her child a sign
of parentage divine — she won't forget
Her daughter royal, whose beauty I have seen.

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