A bridge calls outeven in silence
demanding a choice
of options simple
but not easy
over
under
or remain still.
Like a fork in the road
without a sign post
you can never
in your own understanding
be sure
which is the better way.
But the One
Who Himself
became the bridge
to reconnect us
to the Father
will speak softly
and surely
"this is the way, walk in it"
And your ears will hear a word behind you, saying, This is the way; walk in it, when you turn to the right hand and when you turn to the left.
14 comments:
Praise Him who laid down His life.
Amen.
~ Wendy
Such a beautiful analogy.
So good. I've been thinking of bridges lately too...Yours is beautiful. He is.
i love that you linked up today. your prose makes me bow and worship Him who is perfect. it's so lovely to meet you, friend... xo
yes! these words.... so true, so perfect, so worhsipful. he loves us, and he alone bridges us to perfection/love.
The photograph of the bridge is like a painting of Monets, beautiful in the light.Lovely writings.
Joanny
came by Emilys Thursday.
love love the photo,
and bridges are possibilities right?
and thank you for your kind comment .
The bridge in this post is so beautiful. The picture even captured the shadow so well. Your verse had good meaning. A bridge offers choice, whether to go ahead or not. If you go ahead, you might attain a different destiny. Nice poetry.
Beautifully striking picture. Beautiful image of what God offers us.
love the bridge,
your words bridge the gap in between,
what a cute piece.
I love to dance across that bridge into his arms, this analogy is golden
Many are called but few are chosen, we need to listen with our hearts, lest we forget, and become too much one with this material world.
Thanks for joining my blog and leaving since a kind comment, I am joining you right back.
..the one who himself has become the bridge...so beautiful!
Never seen a bridge quite like this. "Bridge calling out"... I like it.
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