The cauldron beckons to all of us, sooner or later,
only remember, as the Underworld reaches for you,
seemingly taloned and cruel, Hel
holds your hand, walks beside you as you
navigate the landscape of broken glass and lost dreams.
Persephone walks before you, guiding you,
she, who falls and rises with the seasons,
knows this treacherous way well. Follow her –
trust yourself. Trust hope. Breathe. Reach.
The darkest night has the most beautiful stars –
reach for them, and ascend once more.
Dark Night of the Soul
Dark Mother, help me,
Guide me through this Dark Night of my soul,
Hecate, let me reach my depths, let me travel
This black and purple underworld, shades of night,
With the demons dancing in my head, yammering,
Shrieking a thousand curses, telling me
To turn back, lose courage, forget myself
And all that I am, emotions torn, scattered or
Locked behind stone silences, numb
As the flesh before the surgeon’s knife.
Cerridwen, help me descend
Into this ebony cauldron, let me return
With gemstones of wisdom and kindness,
Healing for myself and certainty, at last.
Cailleach, let me face the oncoming storm without flinching,
Or turning away, cowering, childlike
Behind the walls of nothingness.
If I walk on, thorns of pain
Pierce my flesh, my blood
Pouring like rain, like uncried tears.
May it wash me clean, and let me
Emerge like Kore, like Persephone,