Honored Demeter, rooted in the dark earth,
tender shoots and golden sheaves alike are yours.
Noble goddess, fair-haired provider of reward
to those who work the land, trading sweat and toil
for fruit and grain; mother of Persephone,
your will and devotion turn the world, the seasons.
Demeter, awe-inspiring goddess, wrathful one,
endless one, I pray to you. Grant me hope in despair,
love and loyalty so fierce no foe can best me,
sufficiency, growth, transformation. Demeter,
bring me through darkness, temper my spirit,
show me the joy within pain, the life within cold soil.
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