poem: crossing the bridge
I can't stay here; standing alone in the dark
Patiently weathering the winds of indecision
When I know I will stay warm
By just walking on toward the light of my dreams.
I'm crossing the bridge.
Patiently I speak to the wind and don't expect to control the clouds.
And I hear the voice of Wisdom and feel a warmth coming from the Unknown compelling toward the light of my dreams.
I'm crossing the bridge.
Wisdom gives me comfort to laugh with the Unknown and
Feel the warmth of uncertainty
And the surprise that I am not alone as
I'm crossing the bridge.
JNET
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