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Building bridges
with the slenderest straw…
Stacking it carefully…
Laying the pieces down one by one…
And crossing with eyes
closed…
Stretching out twig like fingers….
With only my rhythmic pulse
to guide me…
And just praying that this
bridge …
Leads to some place better
than nowhere…
To a location where
my heart can let go
of fear…
And just rest…
for a bit..
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David L. Whitman 01/29/2013 building bridges
let go of fear and just rest for a bit…. I am so crossing that bridge. Lovely photo, and words that connect us all ~ M
Well be careful as you go. Rough water below. Thank you!
I’ll bring my super power flying cape
granted in faith, love, and hope. xo
Thank you! Sounds perfect
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Sometime nowhere is the right place to be, and I’m glad there is a bridge to get me there.
Thank you Mr. David for this photo & these words.
And that is a good point. Wise words indeed. Thank you Mr. Jueseppi!
You are half way there crossing with closed eyes. It sounds like your heart has let go of fear. I can feel the search in your words.
I like your optimism Kim. Thank you!
always optimistic always.
Perfect!
a person searching for peace..hoping to find solace in a new land perhaps..and apt photo..
I always love your perspective Padmini. Thank you
Looks like a great place to practice my tightrope walking. Steady now and don’t look down!
You have to sign a waver first!!!!! Lol. Standard practice lol. Everyone signs lol
There’s a waiver?? Who wrote it? Mr Grizzly? Lol!!
He has the best penmanship!
I loved this. I have a passion for bridges and I loved the imagery of your poem. Thank you for this. I relly liked.
I’m so glad you did. It was such a pretty spot. Thank you
So beautiful written and so sad. For me bridges are hope and you have option to cross it or not and to be stuck or move forward to find peace.
That’s true. At least you’re still connected when there is a bridge..
I agree still connected and hope is still there.
Thank God for hope