Before me stands
a lighted figure.
Goddess, mother
she calls me.
She is home,
somehow,
something in her
stone carved expression
her frozen stance.
I know her
but she is new.
My eyes can not look
away from her
yet I know
they should be
cast downward.
This statue goddess is
in my soul, my heart, my mind.
She is me,
somehow.
--By Jamie Erdman aka Poetsoul