Ode to Demeter

Though You’ve departed

I’ll hum the sacred intervals

through these dark days.

Stacking wood needed

to fight back the bitter chill,

a fraudulent squatter

inhabiting Your absence,

I’ll soon take comfort

from a cup of hot cereal,

a faint echo

of ancient sacraments

shared on the steps at Eleusis.

Foolish how Your Greatness

taken for granted

until You turn from us

to find again

Your divine daughter.

Though You’ve departed

I’ll hum the sacred intervals

through these dark days.

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