Demeter

My soul rises today for the first time.
You return at last to me; advent of Spring.
My heart has grieved these 6 days
longing for your smile, your eyes,
your impossible questions
to wake me from my dead walking sleep.
Child, how could any God ask us to
let go of those we love, even for our own sakes,
but he does.
I let you go to stand at the fire pit,
your own heart brimming full of confusion.
I do not have the keys to his kingdom
so I must wait for him to return you to me.
It is as if Spring will never come for me
while you are gone sweet love.
Yet I feel that our God has shown me
a small smattering of truth;
a shoe on an uncomfortable other foot.
We hear of Demeter grieving but never
know how Hades grieves for the girl
when Spring sends her at last to
waken slumbering winter into violent
color forgotten sorrows in love.
No, I know today his grief must match
my very own as his joy is mine on
your return dear little one.
And as you grow, will your grief
at being never whole be all of our undoing?