Unheard Prayer in the Ancient Ruins

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Let me tell you
that the old gods
will not help us.

When we pray
by the wayside
they will not
listen to our tears.

For they are deaf,
stone deaf

like the ancient boulders
we walked between
this morning—
cold and unconcerned—
among the sweetness
of blooming honeysuckle.

6 Comments

Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, Poetry

6 responses to “Unheard Prayer in the Ancient Ruins

  1. Ina

    {{ Ethel and Tom }}

  2. That’s very nicely done Ethel.

  3. Ethel, this is another gem! You have the gift of saying a thousand words in only a few. (Hope that makes sense!)

  4. Or perhaps they are already doing everything they can?

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