vi. Prayer Now rests the body and now rests the mind; But for the soul the stars of heavenly things Illumine space: a sweet celestial wind Stirs in the lattice, and the sound of wings.
vii. The Dark Night of the Soul Naked and stripped of all things but desire (And even desire to its last sickness drawn) The forlorn soul, crouched by a dying fire, Remembers only that there once was dawn.
viii. The Consummation Now the long day of His creation ends; In that perfection which at first was willed Activity its happy speed susupends. Nothing is lost and nothing unfulfilled.
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I'm a woman, a Witch, a mother, a grandmother, an eco-feminist, a gardener, a reader, a writer, and a priestess of the Great Mother Earth. Hecate appears in the
Homeric Ode to Demeter, which tells of Hades who caught Persophone
"up reluctant on his golden car and bare her away lamenting. . . . But no one, either of the deathless gods or of mortal men, heard her voice, nor yet the olive-trees bearing rich fruit: only tenderhearted Hecate, bright-coiffed, the daughter of Persaeus, heard the girl from her cave . . . ."