by Ethel Mortenson Davis
I will make a sacred space around you—
like the dome of heaven over the earth.
There the arrows will not penetrate,
and the bow will not exist.
Inside the air will be
the icy breath of January.
It will awaken you from your sleep,
but warmth will be all around you
like the arms of a great bear.
There will also be faces of wolves
whose muzzles poke you under your arm
to get you up on your feet
to see if your wobbly legs can stand.
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Thought provoking. I liked where this took me.
Thanks. This was written when our son became ill. Ethel
Hope he is OK now?
Even for you, Edith, this one stands out for me.
Thanks. This means a great deal. Ethel
Room for a small one in there?
It sounds splendid!
Oh yes. Thanks. Ethel
I read this yesterday Ethel and found it beautiful. I’ve re-read this morning. It is beautiful, and intensely poignant. I think we should be glad you decided to post it for others to appreciate.
This is so important to me. Thanks. Ethel
So comforting, delicate, beautiful….
Thanks Betty. Ethel
The Sacred Space: I’ll take it…