(Poem) Compassion goddess hears the cries of the world and descends to help those in need by Donna Snyder

I came here on the back of an extinct crane

Its slender neck

Wings fierce and gilded with the feathers of the north wind

I heard the needs of the people and the tormented world

I fled the other place and came to the border of here and there

Don’t measure my strength by the standards of your own desires

Do not judge my beauty by the light of the eyes you behold when you look into the obsidian mirror

Plumb my darkness and encounter your own illumination

Herald my compassion and celebrate the outrage in my heart

Look me in the face and dare to see me

Now sorrowful

Now ashiver with ecstasy

You may be blinded by the stars about my head

Twist my hair into a knot and bind me to your fate

You may be blinded

But I will not look away

There is no existence without the “I”

There is no authenticity without the “now”

this poem previously appeared in my poetry chapbook “I Am South” which was published in 2010 by VirgoGray Press.

 
http://virgograypress.com/2010/03/30/i-am-south-donna-snyder/