Demeter

Demeter of the furrowed field, bearer of sheaves,
bearer of sorrow, I pray to you. Goddess,
dear to you is the deep earth, the seed within the soil,
the heavy-headed grain; dearer still your daughter,
for whose sake you would turn away from all whose lives
are bound to your gifts. In this as in all things,
O goddess, do we honor your necessity;
we know well, Demeter, what we owe to your might
and good will. Goddess of harvests, you sustain
our bodies; mother of mysteries, you ennoble
our spirits, you ready us for sweet Elysium.
Gracious Demeter, I pray for your favor.

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