Night and Day

I Nephthys Sister of Isis: Energy of birth and guidance of growth, guiding life to live and the people praise her. Her strength so wide, it's bright, making her smile visible. I Nephthys Always her shadow cast by her light; I am the moon and she is the sun. The people's adoration strengthens her strife and their cries and pleas to me, weakens my heart. I am invisible Just a watcher of children and a care taker of ages. My presence not be known, till their time has been interrupted or their string has been sowed to long. My sister receives the tears of joy when a child comes to this earth. I receive the tears of sadness and hate when I cradle their womb away. I stick to those that mourn for their husband to wars long past and hover around the withering sick in their beds. I guide the fearful souls to their penance or grace, But I may not comfort them to which they'll be placed. I and my sister I am the night and she is the day... And though our works are different, we are both needed, for we make a circle; a cycle for this race. But... How I wonder of a smiling face. That plays along the light touched meadows and frolics on a golden pace. But I will not see such images, for If I am there, My work must be in place. Now In a house, a husband cries, for his wife is laying ill. I sit beside her bed and watch her health. No, her time will be hers still. I leave this room and then the wife decides to wake, the husband cries and then he prays: Thank you Nephthys for letting my love re-awake. A hug was done, a kiss stayed strong and together they were made. I watched so long, that I could not help to watch some more and stayed. Love Is so wondrous, I thought and a smile had spread on my face. The night is going and the day is coming, and my sister will be taking her watch. And still smiling to myself, a thought gained my health; without the night, the day would be lost...