by Ethel Mortenson Davis
When all human
intervention has harmed us,
when all familia
have spent the fruits,
then the Great Spirit
gives to us our opening
from the darkness,
from the “going down
into the pit of our own agony,”
a candle,
a birth, a rite
into a new life.
Then we are assured—
like the mother tiger
who reassures her young
that they belong
to a family,
that they are important
in this world.
This is what it’s like—
White blossoms on a branch.
Note: I owe the quotation and inspiration for this poem to Herron, Elizabeth. 2010. Poetry for the Ear of God.
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As always Ethel, your poetry inspires me. This one is no exception in its beauty and calm. X
Standing firm
In the knowledge
That there is a greater Truth
This is exquisite and beautiful, Ethel. Like Christine, your poetry inspires me.