There is a bridge before me
spanning a Great Unknown.
Shrouded in mists, a mystery
calling me Beyond.
I cannot see what the chasm holds
for the clouds are beneath my feet,
nor can I see where the bridge ends
for distance foils me.
The bridge itself sparkles and shimmers,
though no Light lives here save my own.
Like wet glass, it appears, to the eyes of my soul…
Or ice, perhaps… a slippery slope.
Is it wisdom or folly that has brought me here?
Is it danger or fate that awaits?
The specter of Self-Doubt snickers and leers…
The promise of Fulfillment beckons and fades.
My body is rigid, my eyes locked forward,
memory my only guide back.
I know now this choice will be forced, if necessary…
Consequences willed and enacted…
Fear touches me, briefly,
a hint and a sigh…
Is this an adventure appealing?
Or is it a final good-bye?
A breeze gently passes, whispering my name…
“O’LeaRa… O’LeaRa…,” the wind seems to say.
“You are stalling… Hesitating…”
“Are you coming?… We are waiting…”
Lifting my chin, along with my foot
mortal pain lances through
reminding me of my daily grind,
and I know what I will choose…
I place my weight upon that bridge
wondering if it will hold…?
Step by painful, careful step
I move beyond what I have known…
Puddles form beneath my feet and I cannot help but smile.
“Ice, then,” I tell myself, “melting the path behind.”
One mystery solved, I realize, and countless more ahead.
The journey’s but a series of little births and deaths.
Raising my voice to carry across Time,
eager to share with All, I shout:
“A bridge is a bridge, except when it isn’t…
That’s what this Lesson’s about!”
*** *** ***
Life is a gift, Love is a prism,
A body a soul’s private prison.
Keep your humor, find your balance,
trust your instincts, seek your way.
Believe in your self and your choices.
Listen closely to all of your voices.
And when you are done, your searching complete,
you and I may meet…
For I will be there, on the Other Side,
eager to learn where you’ve been!