by Ethel Mortenson Davis
We are in need of the Archangel to come down
and tell us we have lost paradise,
to come down and tell us we have lost the wonderment
of the child as he looks into the face of the black and white warbler,
or the wonderment of multi-colored lichen
on the facade of giant boulders.
We are in need of an Archangel to tell us we have lost heaven,
and there will be no Messiah to save us from ourselves.
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I love this beautiful poem very much, Ethel. Resonating with it…. My new favorite of yours.
How wonderful to hear from you. Wish you best in this coming year. Love Ethel
Wishing you the same, Ethel… all the very best for the new year. Love to both you and Tom.