Bridges

"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

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