If I were to write a poem for Hekate
I would have to say she is stark and cruel
But perhaps it would be fairer to say
She is uncompromising
As death is.
For there is no equivocating death
No ‘just a moment’ or ‘wait’ –
Until the post arrives’
Death is implacable
Unlike life — which all too easily
Falls into the sleep of making do.
So — paradoxically – Hekate
Is also the uncompromised life
And so is — therefore — the true mother of Soul
And perhaps that is why she stands at the crossroads
For choice
And why she is the keeper of souls after death—
Doorway to the underworld
Through which we all must pass
Awake or not.

Anita Harmon