One More Time

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

A baby wren
came to sit
in the burning bush
to show me
she has grown
into a strong bird.
With graceful gratitude
she came to show me
light in my dark world —
 
just as a matched pair of horses
pulled John Lewis
across the Edmund Pettus Bridge,
so he can be a light
in our black world
just one more time.

4 Comments

Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, poems, Poetry

4 responses to “One More Time

  1. oh, how beautiful, especially the last stanza

  2. Beautiful and poignant, Ethel.
    Love to you.

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