Lamentation
A circle of women
holding the dark
crying the eye
of the world.
To what deity
shall we pray?
God has crucified himself
and Mother Earth
lies dying at our hands.
She weeps her sorrow
as we in turn
weep ours.
What vision is there
what new wisdom
must we learn?
Sophia, Black Madonna
owl, dolphin, wolf or swan
can you bring
the new mythology?
Or is this all there is:
dying earth
hate's bloody shroud
the haze of greed?
Perhaps we are alone
the medicine.
A circle of women
holding the dark
crying the eye
of the world.
From A Hermit Holds My Heart
Ellen Porter
Benetvision
To readers of Ellen's Poems--
Join us in mourning this beautiful woman who passed into eternal life Thursday, August 21, 2008. These poems are a living legacy to her inner beauty, her inner search for her God, whom she now knows most intimately. Be at peace, Ellen.
Join us in mourning this beautiful woman who passed into eternal life Thursday, August 21, 2008. These poems are a living legacy to her inner beauty, her inner search for her God, whom she now knows most intimately. Be at peace, Ellen.
Welcome to this collection of Ellen Porter's poems. We, her friends, are very happy to share them with you because we believe that they are a unique and very special part of Ellen's life journey these last few years.