Persephone and Hades – A Dialogue

Persephone:

“Oh no!  What is happening to me?
Not of my own free will
Have I done this!

Down going deeper
Against my will.
No one enters these shadows willingly.

Here I will be forced to see
What I think is bad.
Anger, desire, greed, hate, fear
Guilt, despair!

Why would I ever
Choose to do this?
I am afraid.
It is dark and oh, so cold here.”

Hades:

“Here,” a voice said.
“Let me give you a torch.”

Persephone:

“Oh – He is beautiful.
His eyes dark and warm
As He smiles at me.”

Hades:

“I will help you in these shadows.
Never fear.
You are to be my Queen, my dear.

Once you realize that those aspects
of yourself are all part of you
to be used for good,
you will become whole in yourself.
To rule in this world
you must be strong and sure.
Fearless.

Anger is what can right all wrongs,
If used well.

Desire, brings all things good to you.
Fear, alerts you to danger,
so that precautions can be made.

Greed and envy
Merely serve to help us see
what is really good for us, or not.

Hate, a response to fear
With a lesson to be learned.
So that we can learn to love.

Despair, a sadness that we can finally rise above
and seek out the good in the world.

Come, my dear, take my hand.
Be my bride.
Be the queen you were born to be.

Through my love for you,
You will love yourself,
And all others.

You will see the sadness
In the world,
But give hope to the hopeless,
Love to the unloved
Joy to those who despair.

Come my love, Be my Queen.”

Persephone:

“Oh, yes, my beautiful King.
I am yours.”

When I hear birds singing
High up in my tree,
I smile and listen to their song.

As I feel the sun shining down
Warm upon my skin,
I feel comforted and held close.

So many memories I can call to myself
My children laughing and playing
Now their children and their children too.

When Finnean, my cat, climbs on the bed
Snuggling up as close as he can
I know he is saying I love you.

When Calhoun, my furry friend
Sings when the telephone rings
I laugh, with pleasure at his song.

When I create in the kitchen
And it looks pretty too,
A picture and the recipe are shared.

When the wind is blowing hard
And trees are bending down
I know a storm is coming soon.

Thunder now, lightning close by
Rain falling hard against the ground
I feel supercharged, empowered by the sound.

Frogs hopping about in puddles made from the rain
I laugh at their pleasure
That they, like me, love playing in the rain.

The sky clears and the sun comes out
And with that, a beautiful rainbow
Wonder and joy are mine with this gift.

So many gifts when we just open our eyes
Breathe in, taste, feel and hear
All the sounds of life.

Wikima’s gone – here no more.
Couldn’t handle being poor.
Took the shop and moved away
Looking for a brighter day.
Wikima’s there, within your heart
Even though we had to part.

Love the Earth we live upon.
Wake up to a brighter dawn.
Walk your talk and walk it tall.
Do your part however small.
Be in balance with all around.
Keep harmony in your surround.

We’re all related, don’t you see?
May you ever, Blessed Be!!

Widgets and gidgets and wickety pop
Things I have and things I got.
Things of beauty and works of art
Things of which I am a part.
All collected and put away
To savor and hold another day.

Books and papers and magical things
Beads and baubles and silver rings,
All mementos of yesterday.
I touch and hold and wish to play
And dance the music of the past
All saved to make my memories last.

Wrapping and boxing I recall
Dreams and lovers, good times all.
Friends and happenings all come clear
These are things that make life dear.
So, I’ll keep them a little bit longer
To make the future that much stronger

If I remember what’s said and done.
Then I’ll not fear what’s yet to come.

We each began all in one place,
Our memories were lost but save a trace
There were those gifted with the sight
To see the mysteries of their life.

Through the men their wisdom told
To save, preserve and guardedly hold.
Ancient peoples travelled far and wide
North and South, to soon divide.

Those who went south began to write
Their words they shared along with might.
As time does change the words we see
So changes too the mystery.

Ancient mysteries soon were lost
Passed on paper at great cost.
Who could know that through the years
The ancient’s wisdom would disappear.

Those travelling north did keep intact
Their ancient wisdom in their acts.
They kept the words within their minds
Telling to those of like kind.

As the Druids kept our history
So too they kept the mystery.
Never writing, no tools were there
Always speaking, the words to share.

Through the march of ancient Rome
Men were taken from their home.
So the knowledge they never waste
To the women they shared in haste.

Witches, wise ones, healers all
Those that knew and heard the call.
Guarded the knowledge, though not intact
As best they could through violent acts.

As they walked the sign of the wise
They took their wisdom in disguise
And told to others throughout the lands
The Law of the Order in their hands.

As I walk the sign of the wise
There can be no compromise
The story of creation I will tell
To any who listen as tears do swell.

To keep alive this ancient trust
To the wise, pass I must.
The Law of the Order I will share
To those who come and those who care.

Copyright 1991 Deanne Quarrie

I had a dream to give and share
To all the people who came here.
To pass along a little spark
A brighter flame to light the dark.
The people came and then they’d go
Peace and love for all to know.
Within her doors she held the key
To open eyes that they might see.
Many paths they did converge
Along the road someday, they’ll merge.
I came to teach and that I’ve done
To all who quest to know the “One”.
The dream goes on to another place
It does not die but in this space.
Within their hearts she will live
To each some hope did she give.
Many friends have walked through here
Strangers then but now so dear.

I’ve learned from them along the way
And we will meet another day.
The wind has shifted and changed it’s course
It’s filled with promise without remorse.
New friends to make and words to share,
I’ve work to do when I get there.

Wikima is me – it’s not a place.
It doesn’t belong to just this space.
I take it with me wherever I go.
It’s what I am and with love I’ll show
In my work and in my play
Tomorrow will bring a brighter day.
On this adventure we all call life
It cannot be without some strife.

But through the struggle we learn and grow
The winds of change they always blow
And carry us on to better things.
Who can know what life will bring.
Down the road I’ll move along
And smile a lot and sing my song.
To those I meet who wish to grow.
Myself, my heart and love I’ll show.

When I call you Sister,
It is not the same
As the bonds born out of blood
This time around.

It is Sister, in all sense Divine.
It is, as if at the time of creation,
When our soul was born,
We spilt in two,
Each a compliment to the other.

You are mentor, friend, sister, self,
A child of my heart,
To hold and nurture and give comfort.
There are memories to share,
Of things done before.
And plans to make
For what’s to come.

I don’t know what life will bring
Or when we’ll be together.
You’ll walk beside me, wherever I go
In my heart forever.

Others will come
And choose to grow.
The notes we’ll play
Will blend and rise
And all we do will harmonize
And be in Perfect Order

Consider me,
I’m kneeling at your feet.
If you were standing here,
I would not move.
My tears would fall like rain.
They’re tears of joy not pain.
I call you down,
Consider me.

She is from whom I come
And who I’ll always know.
She is within my soul
And is my very own.
The Moon, a-glow above
I call Her down to me.
She fills me up inside,
With love for all mankind.
I offer Her my love.
Her gentle ways.

She has another side
Within they both abide.
There lies my fire and flame.
She is my very own.
The Sun, a glow above,
I call Her down to me.
She fills me up inside.
Within Her strength resides.
I offer Her my love,
Her playful ways.

Her mighty hands do lead
And I would call Her names
And She does comfort me,
All the way.

Consider me,
I’m kneeling at your feet.
If you were standing here
I would not move.
My tears would fall like rain
They’re tears of joy not pain.
I call you down,
Consider me.

Bright Lady,
Whose name I speak
I call you down.
It’s You I seek.

Capture my soul,
My heart and mind
Make me yours
For all of time.

Laughing Lord,
Her other side,
Join with Her
Who is your bride.

You are my fire
And my flame.
I seek to know you
And your name.

Your strength will guide me
In all I do
The words I speak
Will be of You.

My heart is open
And filled with pride
As I call You
From inside.

Copyright 1990 Deanne Quarrie