"An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered.
An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered." --G.K. Chesterton
A bridge I saw before me; it's way I fain would take.
I strained my eyes to see, but the darkness made me quake.
If the bridge I do not cross, it will fore'er be my loss.
Courage whispers on, but will all be well at dawn?
I cannot see ahead. The night is cold and dark.
I fear which way to tread, but I cannot camp or park.
I stop to kneel and pray, "Please show me the way
Ere I wax old and gray." I await what He will say.
But silence makes me pause. His voice I do not hear;
I stand at a loss, as off my cheek rolls a tear.
Then although I see no man, I feel a gentle hand.
I know He is near; He takes away my fear.
"He that cannot forgive others breaks the bridge over which he must pass himself;
for every man has need to be forgiven." --Thomas Fuller
Poem by Bethany Carson, 2015