Drops of Color/ The Bridge
Drops of Color
The Bridge
A long trail
through the woods…
Hours passed, the color
became ever more vibrant
as the sun reached its zenith.
An opening drew back the trees,
and a bridge suddenly
visible…it appeared as
an opened hand
reaching out,
“Come, Come and Cross.’
I stepped before realizing
my feet already in motion.
Wooden boards, giant oaks, formed a cover.
In the bridge’s center,
‘all’ the light—out.
In the darkness, I held my place,
for how long—unknown.
The darkness revealed messages
—unwritten realities expressing
the beginning of all things.
The black shadows hid-den
within this bridge held the void.
The ‘hand’ nudging me through—to another side.
The deep shades made way for
the pastel paintings of life— good.
It is all GOOD.
I walked, glancing back
—the bridge held the full moon
in its hand.
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