The Ending of the Odyssey
Oh angel, messenger,
face in the mirror —
Something keeps asking me
to see my face.
Something waits for me,
is waiting for a meeting
I am busy putting off.
But when this odyssey has reached its end,
you will know it by my face:
clear like a porcelain bowl,
lenient and tender,
round as humility,
All open, all true
My face will curve itself
around gravity toward you.
And you — angel, messenger, long lost friend –
will silk my cheek to your palm.
All is forgiven.
All floats like air and streams like water.
All tumbles down into the river of compassion.
Then we’ll meet one another, all of us, in the field,
And, turning northward,
Decide to take the long way home.
– Tara Mohr
photo credit: Sebastian Siggerud
This poem is included in Heather Plett’s beautiful new collection of writings, “Sophia Rises: Changing the World Through Feminine Wisdom.” You can download the collection HERE.