by Ethel Mortenson Davis
At sunrise
she began to dance
so that humanness
would seep back
into the earth,
into the lowest
parts of the earth.
She danced for
the murdered
and missing,
the lost and forsaken.
Then,
she danced
all through the night
for the inhumanness
that filled her heart,
for the hatred and lack of love
that had captured her.
She danced and danced
until inhumanity
drained out of her,
out of the farthest parts
of the earth,
until the sun
came back to the world.
fourwindowspress 
Ah, Yes!!!
Perhaps I need to dance today!
I shall think of your poem on those days when dancing is necessary.
David
Great thought! Ethel
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Thank you Ray. Ethel
I felt your poem deserved wider exposure, while this prospective readership would appreciate and so deserved your poem. 🙂
This is very moving, my eyes filled reading it. By the way, Betty says you and Thomas were asking about me–so here I am, new name, new place. She tells me you’re settled in Wisconsin now–I hope things are well, all of life considered. God bless you.
So glad to hear from you. Tom had an all clear from cancer. We hope it sticks. Love the forests and water here. Ethel
Saying prayers of thanksgiving to God for Tom’s “all clear”–wow, that’s great news.
Oh yes, Ethel – yes, yes! I want to join you in that dance. This is so beautiful!
Thanks so much , Betty. Ethel
Cathartic dancing; exquisite writing, my dear Ethel, as usual…
Nice to hear from you. Ethel