This is from my blog, the Geekie Hellenist. Enjoy.
These are the three prayers to Persephone. I got them from the book ‘In Praise of Olympus: Prayers to the Greek Gods’ by Hearthstone.
1st Prayer to Persephone
Fair-haired Persephone, daughter of Demeter, friend of the nymphs, merry-hearted girls who dance bearefooted and play, carefree, in grassy fields, wreathed in bright spring flowers.
The joy of life is yours, goddess, the comfort of sun on skin, the dear bonds of friendship, the refuge of a mother’s love.
Well-crowned Persephone, bride of noble Hades, queen of the afterworld, clothed in fine silks, adorned with jewels, enthroned in glory, friend to those who have passed from this world into yours, advocate of the dead and the wronged.
Kindly Persephone, womanly one, of transformation do you know much, of the ways of the earth do you know much; of the life after life do you know much.
Gracious goddess, friend of mortals, I praise you and thank you for your gifts.
2nd Prayer to Persephone
I praise Persephone, child of thundering Zeus and all-nourishing Demeter, bride of Hades who holds in hand the wealth of the deep earth.
Persephone who dances in fields of flowers with laughing nymphs, garlanded in brilliant blossoms; Persephone who wears the heavy crown of queen in Hades’ dark and sumptuous realm, gracious and serene; Persephone who with bright-haired Demeter guides the fortunate soul to fair Elysium.
Graceful goddess whose feet sink into the fertile soil or silently step through Hades marble halls, Persephone who passes between the worlds, who turns from girlish games to womanly pursuits, blooming and ripening with the seasons.
Kindly Persephone, sweet as honey, I honor you.
3rd Prayer to Persephone
Persephone, glorious goddess, fair one with hair that flows like ripened grain, eyes that catch the clear blue sky, a smile sweet yet shadowed, O light-footed one who dances in flowered fields, I praise you.
Persephone, lovely one who knows the feel of sun on skin, who knows as well the press of cold stone against warm flesh, in the world of the living, no maid is so alive as you.
In the world of the dead, Persephone, you reign as queen, crowned with riches unsurpassed, enthroned in splendor, honored above all others.
Goddess, child of earth, bride of the darkness, I honor you.