“If I write
what you may feel
but cannot say,
it does not
me a poet.
It makes me a bridge
I am humbled
I am grateful
to assist your heart in speaking.”
I really love the idea of being a Bridge…😊
Of immersing myself in the feel of soaring arches as they swoop over and high above…
Of standing grounded alongside the struts and beams as they reach straight upward into irresistible supports of truth and trust
Of reveling from on high in such joyous views so infinitely spectacular and thoroughly revealing…that I would never ever want to leave those heights again.
And I was then thinking of how many ways we could each choose to be Bridges…by our willingness to bring change
To our words
Our thoughts and beliefs…
Each of us creating Bridges
If we all persisted in the building of Bridges…
There would no longer be any need for our fears
Of being lost.
Of being without a secure foundation.
Of not being seen.
Of being disconnected.
Which of my words are divisive and will I commit to removing one by one, replacing them with expressions of gratitude and compassion?
Where do my actions separate rather than join, and which of these will I replace?
What thoughts keep me from expressing my true self and how may I begin to change these ideas?
What portions of my Bridge are currently supportive of Who I Am and are bringing connectivity to others?
And how will I make certain that these remain powerfully supportive rather than becoming weak through neglect?
As I look all about me
And consider the possible directions the Bridge I Am could grow, I ask…
“What will I be building today?”
“I wonder where this might lead?”
“How will that change what and
how I see tomorrow?