Sacred Wicca

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Demeter and Persephone Invocation

When  grief strikes a mother, 
there is no end to it.
The earth parches, its 
glittering waters gone.
Everything is barren.
Cattle starve for lack of grain. 
Nothing grows.
Even the Gods are destitute,
even the alter flames blow out.
Such is a mother’s grief, bitter
and endless, for her lost child.

I am one of those who serve the Goddess.
Here is my proof:
I have eaten from her drum.
I have drunk water mixed with barley meal and pennyroyal.
I have carried her sacred objects.
I have prayed in her secret chamber.