by Penn Kemp
Goddess of Compassion and Wisdom, I need to recall,
reclaim you, invite you to return to my heart. Come back
to my heart, Love, where you are home. There’s room.
There is room enough for two, for multitudes. For you.
Become me, I beg you. Worry my concern into peace.
Shake this rag doll out of stiff contrition back to joy.
Till bones, blood, marrow, mind all leap up to dance,
to expand and mingle with the greater Presence, gift
we are heir to if we remember to remember the Whole.
The whole that made us, not that hole I fall into.
From her celestial seat in the Pure Land, Tara smiles,
extending a hand of pure blessing, her invitation. Up.