Blessed Demeter, granter of the most precious
of gifts, yours is the sweet fruit that hangs from the trees,
yours the field of golden grain flowing in the wind,
yours the life that fills our hearts with love and thankfulness.
I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings.

Demeter, mistress of seasons, goddess whose hand
guides flowers to bloom and fruit to ripen, whose might
turns spring into summer, to fall and to winter,
who grants well-deserved rest to the laboring soil,
I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings.

Wrathful Demeter, friend of the Furies who bring
revenge to the wronged and punishment to the wicked,
noble goddess who answered the theft of a child
with a mother’s rightful rage. Worthy Demeter,
I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings.

Dark-cloaked Demeter, veiled in sorrow, who traveled
the wide world in search of lost Persephone,
whose misery brought drought and famine to the children
of men, whose joy at her return brought life again.
I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings.

Demeter Khthonia, holder of the secrets
of the deep earth, daughter of cymbal-clashing Rhea,
mother of Hades’ dark queen, yours are the mysteries
of life and of death, yours the gifts most prized by men.
I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings.