Prayers and whispered wishes To Greek gods, false gods, Rulers of fictional realms And still prayers echo For strength, love, compassion; You hold Hera in your soul, She never bowed before mortals. Nor averted her eyes from Zeus, Not when storms thundered Not when the skies shook Lift your head, child of time, Look them all in the eyes And know that you have a goddess Coursing through your veins You are infinite, golden, ageless. They will write songs about you And men will weep as you leave