Without beginning or end: a poem by Nadine Ellsworth-Moran
- cmbharris
- Jun 13
- 1 min read

doves, image by Huu Luu, on Pixabay, modified
Without beginning or end
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I am slow to ascend,
pick my way past cacti
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& pinyon pine, scrubby plants
with flowers that demand
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little rain. Near the summit
I hear a bird sing to itself,
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its call echoes off the canyon—
raven is witness to the seasons,
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now cold and dry, the wind pulls
at my scarf as I take in the mesa.
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I walk into the echo, let it find
my bones, reverberate. I am
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a high desert plant, I shed petals
with each step, don’t dare speak,
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much less sing—I hold feathers
in my teeth, listen for sky and stone,
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for God to find me. I open my mouth,
a flock of prayers take flight.


Nadine Ellsworth-Moran serves in ministry
in Georgia. She is fascinated by the stories
unfolding all around her and seeks to bring
everyone into conversation around a common
table. Her work has appeared in Emrys,
Theophron, Thimble, Pensive, and Ekstasis,
among others. She lives with her husband
and five unrepentant cats.
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June 2025 issue