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The Rage of Demeter

© Columbine 2017

O child, sweet child, where have you gone?  Who has taken my Daughter from me?  This pain in my bosom has left me forlorn!  My eyes search, but they do not see!

IIIIEEEE!  I howl into darkness!  Into light!  Fierce, in the faces of All who deny the great Kosmic injustice done in their sight!

Where are you, O child?  Who has snatched you away?  Dare they come face me, to the Moirai, I pray!  And over these lands, these streams, fallow grounds– I will traverse until you are found!

Blessed Daughter, fear not!  This Earth, it shall suffer!  There is no reprieve from unending winter!  My tears, they fall, but cold are they now!  Such icy despair, causing death all around!

And lo, Great Helios, sun in the sky, has shown me the truth of your perilous plight!  To Zeus do I wail now– to burden, to shame– for trading your life for political aims!

Zeus!  Hear me!  I know the plan you have hidden from view!  I demand her return, now, from that one so uncouth!  Brother I did call him before, but never again!  On my life, it is sworn!

Wise you may be, and strong, and feared, but a Mother fears nothing above her own Daughter’s tears!  My child, my Kore, how she must weep in the dark Underworld, kept at vile Hades’ feet!

I will hear no more!  I will not be swayed!  You will have her sent here without delay!  And, to be clear, should your messenger fail, there will be consequence; naught shall survive this absence of my providence!

Reason!  O reason!  Seen by one I despised!  Zeus, perhaps I was harsh in my treatment!  Now, as the Swift One delivers my prize, I at last see through my stony bereavement!  Soon, my Kore returns to the land!  Then all shall be well, and warm again!

O child, sweet child!  Come here to my arms!  What’s this?  You say you have not been wronged?  How can this be, sweet Daughter of mine?  You willingly let yourself be entwined?

You have eaten the fruit of marriage, you say?  And can not deny the part you have played?  To bind yourself to the realm of the dead, you partook of the ritual and are glad to be wed?

Choice, you do call it, but rape is the word!  You were stolen out right!  No explanation was heard!  Your Father, and Uncle, they schemed and forthwith, you were drawn into Earth through a cavernous rift!

I will not stand for this outcome!  You know not your mind!  Child, denounce complicity in this crime!  State it now that under duress you were forced to comply with your captor’s requests!

Please, Zeus, you must intervene, and stop our Daughter becoming His Queen!  Yes, I know you arranged it, but surely you’ll find that pity upon me is called for this time!

Wait!  How many seeds did she eat?  If not the whole fruit perhaps we may entreat Hades, our Brother, to do the right thing, and allow my dear Kore to return in the spring!

Three seeds from the fruit of the pomegranate?  This is grave news, indeed, yet I’ll no longer panic!  For the months of winter she will go to her throne, and the rest of the year, will return to her home!

O child!  Sweet child, remember your Mother!  I will pine for your loss through all of my days!  And know in your heart that there be no other, whose love for you will never decay!

© Columbine 2017

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The Lonely Throne Waits (Devotional Acrostic Challenge)

Week 1 prompt – Dark, Khthonic, Underworld Gods or Spirits

[A self-reflection of Hades, written at His insistence.]

Towering above Your subjects, at the
Height of Your power, You are loved and feared, yet
Everything feels so empty.  You possess
Lovely jewels, but these jewels
Only serve to remind You of the one You do
Not yet possess.  Oh, how You have watched the
Elegant Maiden above, as She
Laughs, frolicking with the other
Young girls.  Her hair as soft as silk, Her
Tender voice as sweet as fresh
Honey from the comb.  But could She ever
Really love You?  Will She
Open Her heart to these, Your subjects, to rule with
Nuance and subtlety, to be a Queen of worth for
Each of the spirits You are charged
With?  The seat beside You is empty, has been for
All Your tenure as King of the Shades of the Dead, yet soon
It will cradle the form of Your Sister’s Daughter,
The most beautiful of Goddesses, and be lonely no longer.
So why then are You so afraid to at last retrieve Your bride?

Ending Family Detention

The following petition to the Gods was written for the working to end Family Detention, which is the imprisonment of immigrant mothers with young children, indefinitely, in private for-profit prison facilities in the United States, and elsewhere. There is a working scheduled to coincide with the Mysteries of Eleusis, beginning September 22, 2016. However, there will likely be another working scheduled for October. Anyone who wishes may use this petition in tandem with their own for either of the workings.

Thank you all for your interest or participation, and may we achieve our goals.

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Demeter, Mother of Kore, She upon whose bosom rest the children, nourished by divine gifts of sustenance in grain and fruits. She whose love warms the land in spring, and whose lamentations chill the Earth in winter, can You hear the cries of the detained mothers?

The mothers who sought nothing but an escape from the perils of conflict and the threat of starvation? The mothers seeking a new life in a new land where they might provide their children with the great bounty that is Yours to bestow?

Demeter of the richness of Earth, the most loving of Mothers, can you hear the cries of the babies locked in cells without hope, without even sufficient clothes or diapers or the many other things which bring stability and happiness to young childhood? The babies and children who have nothing and no one but their mothers, who wished to provide them a better life? The babies and the children who are forced to witness the helplessness of their mothers in the face of inescapable abuse and neglect?

Do You hear them, O Lady? Do You hear the mothers’ cries for compassion and generosity, for charity and kindness, for understanding and benevolent aid? But most of all, Great Demeter, do You hear the mothers’ voices raised in anguish at the imprisonment of their innocent offspring?

Blessed Mother, we ask that You open Your arms to these who are defenseless, these who lack the favor of the people; those people who can make a difference to end the suffering of the detained mothers and their children. We ask that You offer them your succor, keeping them close in Your power, and alleviating their suffering. May these mothers and children receive Your nourishment, and Your Divine Compassion.

O Lady, please help these who are helpless in the face of bigotry and fear. For Yours is the power to feed bodies and souls, and in Your power will these children and their mothers receive all that is needed to free them from this inhumane and illegal imprisonment.

Beloved Kore, She who dwells in the boundless sun, making the flowers bloom, do not the babies and the little children deserve to feel the bright sun upon their skin, and to be free to run in the autumn wind? Like the flowers and green growing things that You command, the little children are less healthy without Your Mother’s power and nourishment. They wither, along with their mothers. They languish in cells without due process of law.

Gentle Kore, She of kind heart, please lend whatever power You can toward the release of these innocent babies and young children, along with their mothers who sought only the betterment of their lives, and their safety, in a place of opportunity.

Please listen the mothers’ cries of desperation for freedom, those mothers who would prefer death over the continued humiliation of watching their children grow up behind bars. And if they would seek to end their lives, please stay their hands, and help Your Blessed Mother, Great Demeter, to assure them of justice, and to enfold them in Her compassionate embrace.

O Kore, O Persephone, Queen of the realms of the dead, if it be within Your power, let not another detained mother or child enter into Your presence in desperation of freedom. Instead, by Your grace, let them walk free on Earth, greeted by the sun’s nourishing light.

Bloody Ares, He who despises rapists and abusers, do You also hear the mothers’ pleas for justice? Ares of the spear and the sword, Champion of the victims, we call upon You to defend the defenseless, and to subjugate the perpetrators under Your heel.

Let not a single abusive guard or official of these private prisons be allowed to abuse or to rape again. Let justice be done, and let every last one of the abusers be caught, tried, convicted, sentenced for a fitting amount of time in accordance with the law, and brought to the end they deserve.

Let them not escape with weak sentences, and let the judges be true to the law, and also to common sense. By Your power, Lord Ares, may the mothers and their children be vindicated, and avenged.

Gloried Athena, She who is the Great Strategist among the Gods, in Your infinite wisdom, please guide us in our endeavors to end this false imprisonment, this so-called family detention, once and for all.

May You keep our minds clear upon the goal, and may we be inventive of ways in which to gain the attention of the relevant authorities. For those in power must be made to see, and to understand the grave errors that their silence has sanctioned. They must be held to account for the needless suffering which occurs in their jurisdictions, and under their watch. The powerful are not innocent. Only the children are innocent, and by extension, their mothers.

Athena, strike down the lobbyists who grovel for the money to continue this barbaric and xenophobic practice. We beseech You to lift up the voices of the activists who bring attention to these disgraceful prisons, and to magnify their voices, so that many others will hear the call to put an end to the suffering of babies and young children.

By Your power, may all those who work for change be successful in their endeavors to sway their government representatives toward humanity and good conscience. Now and for all time, may there never again be indefinitely imprisoned upon our soil, in private for-profit facilities, another man, woman or child.

Praise the Gods, those who are great and powerful!

Hail Athena, the Wise!

Hail Ares, the Just!

Hail Kore, the Benevolent!

Hail Demeter, the Compassionate, and Mother of us all!