His staff gently opens the mouth
The soul is slow, at first
Fearing
Organs lying safe in care
Sons of Horus sealed tight
Guarding
The corpse lies freshly wrapped
The spells like warm blankets
Comforting
Painstaking work culminating
A home rises in the Duat
Waiting
The servants appear, ever-faithful
Beloved ones ready
Walking
The Hall yawns open
Anubis stands, His hand upon it
Welcoming
The soul who had been so great
Shivers at first
Hesitating
Yinepu says nothing
The soul and his people enter
Passing
He goes before them, braziers alight
Incense to the Gods, sweet and holy
Rising
Wings splayed, She awaits them
Constant force of all in life
Watching
The scales in perfect balance
She invites Him to take a feather
Preparing
He takes up the heart, gentle
Her Feather softly down
Judging
The heart waits; no worry
The feather presses
Balancing
The Way is Open in the Hall
The Doors groan with weight
Waiting
Small steps forward
The New Life beckons eager
Embracing
Sarenth Odinsson 