An old bridge on the black thick water of lake misery
burning hot mist pound's on the anchor of the bridge tearing away at it's steel of strength.
the bridge has a will to survive
many travelers have crossed the bridge saying a prayer for hope
the road of the bridge is cracked and crumbling. the journey is always rough and hard. but once you have crossed the old bridge. you will smile, cry and laugh with joy. the joy knowing you have survived the long hard trip and that you are safe, blessed and loved.
you will thank the old bridge.
the bridge is the connection from bad to good. the bridge is the journey of a souls life
the bridge is what we are. the world is our lake of misery that will become an ocean greatness and beauty.
cross the bridge
experience the journey
then swim in your ocean.
the bridge is us.
J