by Ethel Mortenson Davis
A Vision
Out of the fire,
with the splitting
of the cone,
a seed emerges.
Thunderstorms
bring it to the soil.
A new tree begins
it’s rapture.
Out of the fire
we have found
new pathways,
a new vision.
We bring the least of us
along in our wagons.
There are no slaves or rich men.
fourwindowspress 
That is beautiful Ethel: both thoughtful and deeply moving. So appropriate for Easter Sunday in these fearful times.
A new tree begins its rapture.
Wonderful! I suspect that’s going to stay with me on my walks.
Wonderful poem, Ethel – as always! 🙂
This piece has a special depth, magic and atmosphere. Almost like a whole novel distilled into two short verses.