May perpetual light shine upon The faces of all who rest here. May the lives they lived Unfold further in spirit. May the remembering earth Mind every memory they brought. May the rains from the heavens Fall gently upon them. May the wildflowers and grasses Whisper their wishes into the light. May we reverence the village of presence In the stillness of this silent field.
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 . . . ."