by Ethel Mortenson Davis
In my dream
I was in a forest, just born.
(I was given a second chance.)
My old beginning
was an old skin,
discarded and left behind,
one covered with pain
and suffering,
one I had separated from
and left on the forest floor
behind me.
Here, I was born
into a loving family,
one who welcomed me
and esteemed me.
The she-wolf nurtured me
(animals take care of their young)
as I clung tight to her soft hair.
She spoke to me.
Her close-set eyes cautioned me.
“When you feel danger
leave that place.
You will always have danger
and enemies.
“If you are wounded
go back to your beginning.
And there in the quiet
and coolness you will heal.”
She taught me how to live.
“Take care of your reality
at hand. Take care
of your young first.”
She taught me how to die.
“Death is a passage
to another beginning.
Remember, there is always
hope.”
The soft winds of the forest
rocked me to sleep.
The evening primroses
caressed me with their sweet water.
My life was full,
And I was happy.
When I awoke
I knew I had begun again.
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Love the line –
“If you are wounded
go back to your beginning.
And there in the quiet
and coolness you will heal.”
It applies so well to me. Thank you Ethel. Love David
It applies to most of us. Love Ethel
That’s a very restorative dream Ethel – and lines full of hope.
Thank you John. The poem is one of many healing poems I have written. Love Ethel
One word. Breathtaking. May it heal and sustain you and yours.
Thank you Ben Naga. Love Ethel
Ethel, this poem is so lovely it brought tears to my eyes … as always, holding you and Thomas in my thoughts, prayers and my heart. Love, Julie xoxox