Mystical poem written January 22, 2026.

DESPOINA: Hello, Mother, As always, I am seized, With love and holy terror, At the sight of You I report terrible things, Murders and abductions, Children torn from their parents, Screaming and afraid I report that we have failed, Again and again and again, To live up to our calling, To protect and serve life I report that the worst among us, Have been allowed to lead, For so long even rightful authority, Has been called into question DEMETER: Daughter, I see you, Made small and fractured, A mere ray of yourSelf, Yoked to a tiny bit of finity The Eternal has been hidden, And you are forced to look, Upon these horrors one at a time, With mortal eyes Take courage and know, That the Plan is intact, That the horrors, Will be withstood That in the end, You and yours, Will win the day, In life’s name and for life’s sake DESPOINA: Mother, forgive me, But I must protest, The long arc of history, Is not speedy enough for justice The Olympian World Order, Is strife after strife, War after war, Suffering after suffering Primordials and Titans, Titans and Olympians, Giants and monsters, And poor humans, too We cannot wait, To finish out the story, This family is broken This family must be healed
Art: Evelyn De Morgan, “Demeter Mourning for Persephone”, (1906)

Yes! The family must be healed. What a perfect motto.
I’m so glad it spoke to you, San! And happy birthday again!
Beautiful, and hard. Love the illustration you chose.
I’m so glad it spoke to you, Suz! Thanks for reading.
I love the fact that the speakers are named like this!!
I’m glad that you like it.