by Ethel Mortenson Davis
In the end
all we have is sky.
He walked in winter
across the mountain
many times,
searching for the plant
dried by winter’s cold
that looks like all the others.
After many days
the medicine man
found the herb and planned
two ceremonies
for the whiteman,
a man who extended his arm
to The People, and they, The People,
extended their arms.
They took him
to a sacred place
high in the mountain,
performing the secret ceremony
where sky
is greater than the earth.
The white man walked
in two worlds.
“You will be okay,”
they said.
In the end all we have is sky.
fourwindowspress 
Beautiful x
Way cool.
One of the downsides to living in a city, as I do, is that we don’t have a sky.
Some days I look out my window and am filled with a longing to drive away from the city to one of those places where there is a big sky.
There i know I “will be okay.”
David
This is incredibly beautiful, simple, enriching and moving. Thank you Ethel. God bless you and Thomas today.
Yes, Praise God for the sky! Both types of people you write about are able to connect with each other and heal because of the gifts of the Sky!
beautiful
Gave me goose bumps (the good kind) – this is beautiful, Ethel. And “in the end all we have is sky”, as all seers, shamans and mystics (those who walk “in two worlds” know.
Ethel, this is just lovely. It can feel the healing in it.
I want to go there…where the sky is greater than the earth, high on the mountain top. What are the two worlds the white man is in? This poem seems to juxtapose earth and sky with white man and The People. Even though this encounter was fraught with disaster, I like the way this poem points to the sky…a place far above this warring earth. Interesting implications for both worlds.
(Hi Ethel and Thomas. A little riff. All poems cry out…)
a mouthful of mountains
is kneeling in the ocean
a baby in the grass
swirls like the wind…
…and then
I pull it from the barn
like an old rug
the sky is the horizon too
all poems cry out
This is absolutely beautiful. What a gorgeous poem you have written here. I really love the imagery in this work of art. Excellent. 🙂
Another one so well done, Ethel. Thank you for the reminder of all we have…
I think the earth clings to the sky, wondering what it will bring it, where it will take it.
Lovely interesting poem.
I like the subtle way you make this so important statement. Those who have ears let them hear.