A Poem by Alex P.

She guides us all, but few let her in


She watches me with a knowing eye,

Gazing down from a star-strewn sky

Reaching out through time and space,

To lay her silver touch upon my face


Her light guides me on my way home,

The familiar friend I’ve always known

Her opalescent smile reaching from east to west,

As if I’ve passed some unspoken test


Her guidance is rare,

It is not for all

Only those who have been scared,

And have responded to her call


She is my guide,

My friend,

My teacher,

And I do not fear the day when I finally meet her

Until then, I’ll go on,

Live life until I’m not but bone,

But do not fret for me,

I’ll just be going home

© 2013 Alex P.

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I had to brush up on my Greek Mythology to draw a better understanding of this excellent poem. And having only elemental knowledge of this some what mysterious Goddess, the concept of crossroads is an intriguing one ... one that remains of importance to this day. The lines ...

Only those who have been scared,
And have responded to her call

... is an interesting one and begs the question, why? Why scared?

And ends with "going home". again interesting because home is the one place we all belong.

So, excellent work and I hope we see more of Hecate in the future ...


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Added on March 10, 2012
Last Updated on March 20, 2013
Tags: Hecate, spiritual, religious, metaphysical, anthropomorphic


Alex P.
Alex P.

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