The Bridge...
There are times in our life When we are called to be bridges. Not a great monument spanning a distance And carrying loads of heavy traffic, But a simple bridge to help one person From here to there over some difficulty Such as pain, grief, fear, loneliness. A bridge which opens the way for ongoing journey. When I become a bridge for another, I bring upon myself a blessing, For I escape from the small prison of self and Exist for a wider world. Breaking out to be a larger being who can enter Another's pain and rejoice in another's triumph I know of only one greater blessing in this life... And that is to allow someone else to be a bridge for me.
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