The goddess of mercy
I see her on altars, in temples, and parks.

Stone and granite flowing,
her fine profile sketched softly in marble.

I have her sitting on my bookshelf
sculptured in jade.

When dust reigns, I polish her gingerly,
and speak, hoping my voice

tiny in this burning world
is heard, but I am talking to stone.

Where is the mercy in a statue?

If only her kindness would shine 
from all our jaded hearts.