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The Sacred Space

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

I will make a sacred space around you—
like the dome of heaven over the earth.
There the arrows will not penetrate,
and the bow will not exist.
Inside the air will be
the icy breath of January.
It will awaken you from your sleep,
but warmth will be all around you
like the arms of a great bear.

There will also be faces of wolves
whose muzzles poke you under your arm
to get you up on your feet
to see if your wobbly legs can stand.


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Rain Clouds

a photograph by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Rain Clouds


Filed under Art, Ethel Mortenson Davis, Photography