The Bridge

Joy Cowley

 

There are times in life
when we are called to be bridges,
not a great monument spanning a distance
and carrying great loads of heavy traffic,
but a simple bridge to help one person from here to there
over some difficulty
such as pain, fear, grief, loneliness,
a bridge which opens the way
for on-going 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 anotherā€™s pain
and rejoice in anotherā€™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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