my bridge

destinations have a start
a place called the beginning
my journeys for strange reasons
are related to my sinning

running, walking, tripping
not always on a road
no matter where i wished to go
i had a heavy load

there was this time a cliff appeared
a chasm deep and wide
without a plan for this abyss
to cross its great divide

frozen within solitude
my thoughts often misguide
they said to stay just where i stood
what’s on the other side ?

carrying baggage so heavy
my hands about to break
straining hard without release
the pain was hard to take

“free your self, just let go
of this heavy load
if you want to travel on
a bridge will be your road”

whence came this voice that spoke to me
was without place or being
a bridge appeared across this span
doubting what i was seeing

who or what would care so much
to make this bridge for me
the distance far, the fall so deep
is this my destiny ?

i stood alone that point in time
not knowing if i should go
was then i noticed from behind
a wind began to blow

the force increased against my back
a gentle nudge at first
within this wind new thoughts blew in
this bridge should be traversed !

letting go the handles
that cut into my hands
my baggage fell away from me
resolve became my stance

fear no longer had me
in its grip so tight
i listened to the words i heard
to cross that bridge was right

this is what blind faith is
my bridge is a belief
that my care and keeping
will come for my relief

Copyright © 2007 Ronald J. Edwards