by Ethel Mortenson Davis
They came
to Our Lady of Conquering Love
to light a candle
for a father,
sick now,
in the humble church
in New Mexico.
Fumbling to produce
the right coin,
the travelers
looked in empty pockets
until a stranger,
a man, came to them
with a small coin.
With a flickering light,
under Our Lady of Conquering Love,
the travelers left
the small, humble church
where the Lady
still lives.
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a photograph by Alazanto, Kevin Davis, our son
The Palmer Gallery at Vassar College in Poughkeepsie New York is currently displaying Kevin’s photographs in a curated show. The Vassar website can be found at http://www.vassar.edu.
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a photograph by Ethel Mortenson Davis
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a photograph by Ethel Mortenson Davis
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by Ethel Mortenson Davis
In the time
of the magic land,
great herds of elk
gather
for their migrating treks
across the highest points
of the ridges.
Black bears point
toward their long sleep.
New birds gather
to winter along
the dry plains of New Mexico
where plants hold
mysterious black seeds.
In the time
of the magic land,
our voices
become one with wood smoke
and roasting pinyon seeds,
and life again
is good.
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a photograph by Ethel Mortenson Davis
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by Ethel Mortenson Davis
On the rim of the canyon
you came to me
and with piñon winds
kissed my ears.
You came
in last night’s snowfall
as sheets of white
dropped from the sky
on red rock valleys
And then again
as you pushed the clouds away
this morning, dazzling us
with red, white, green, and blue colors.
Now, with feather sounds,
you come,
bringing juices and sustenance
in the piñon seeds—
enough to get us
through the night.
Perhaps the world will live
one more day
while piñon wood warms us,
breaking our fevers in the night
so we can dream
good dreams
before dawn.
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