Imperfect Prose - Bridge

A bridge calls out
even 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.

Isaiah 30:21 Amplified

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