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The Mysteries Remain

The mysteries remain,
I keep the same
cycle of seed-time
and of sun and rain;
Demeter in the grass,
I multiply,
renew and bless
Bacchus in the vine;
I hold the law,
I keep the mysteries true,
the first of these
to name the living, dead;
I am the wine and bread.
I keep the law,
I hold the mysteries true,
I am the vine,
the branches, you
and you.

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  • Cvillelisa
    October 22, 2005
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    Love this one ...

    Lisa

  • Capital
    October 22, 2005
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    an uncanny knack for rhythm...H.D.