Tag Archives: Himalayan Goddess

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

We found her
in the mountains
near a rushing stream
carved out of white marble,
a sign of purity.

Under her whiteness
was written these words,
“…she hears the cries of the world.”

Last night
a Syrian boy and girl
lay dead under rubble,
not much older than six or seven

…cries in the world.