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.