Demeter

I Am Diameter, Dea Mater,

Graine, Igraine, Ceres.

I Am Kardia ton Kosmos

cardinal, carmine, sacred heart,

cardiac heart-beat,

mi corason!

I Am Delta Mother of heart-felt love!

My Beloved Daughter,

Persephone, lost under-ground,

You are fertile, splendid, golden-haired,

sacred kernel of the grain,

Kore, Ker,

star-shaped core of the apple.

You are the inner soul of Me.

Your waning crescent moon-sickle,

bravely descending,

is My tool of harvest.

With thanks I savor

the sweet wild kernel

of Your futuring, Your nurturing,

Your delicate moon-wafer

dissolving in the chalice of My heart.

Your longing rises, light like bread,

to feed the future, heal the dead.

From the fiery embrace of Hekate,

return to me, Persephone!

My womb vase,

My storage cairns, My tombs,

hidden deep in earth,

store all grain,

energy awaiting re-birthing,

keeping the secret,

the Mystery of the seed,

the Mystery of immortal life abundant

recycling past death,

reviving hope.

I Am also Queen of Disguises,

the invisible crone of transformation,

ground of being,

ground into flour for humble bread,

the servant who sees and hears all.

Queen beneath My common mask,

in My sorrow,

I mirror Hekate, witch of immortality.

My fiery cauldron, oven of change,

unmasks true nature beyond all death.

Children of Mystery,

I Am your Mother.

I cut you like dry wheat,

thresh you, save you for planting.

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018,