O Isis, heed my call this night,
If it is time for my spirit to flee this shell,
then send those who will
guide me to your light!
Grant me rest O Beloved Mother,
for Your child is wracked with pain.
If my time has yet to come,
help me Great One to heal from within.
O Isis, heed my call this night!
Source: Liberated Thinking
O malady, disappear into the heavens;
pain, rise up to the clouds;
inflamed vapour, fly into the air,
in order that the wind may take the away,
that the tempest may chase thee to distant regions,
where neither sun nor moon give their light,
where the warm wind does not inflame the flesh.
~from the Kalevala