Our Bridges
Our Bridges
The place between you and me,
is destined to be the right spot.
More importantly, it is the exact
point in which God wants us to pray…
together.
Start walking from your side.
If the steps are a little difficult, take your time.
I can wait, or even come further across if need be.
There are rails, but they are made of rope and sway.
The cords are tough, the fiber like steel wool,
unkind, unrelenting and intent on its purpose.
Don’t look to the right or left, walk on.
I will do the same.
In the middle we can sit.
The water below, can you hear it?
Peaceful…?
I know you are on drugs.
We won’t say that out-loud.
We will just acknowledge that neither one of us,
is stupid, at least in that fact.
I am here because of the truth.
We, you and I, have no time for lies.
It is not water as you know below my friend.
It is the river of souls itself, the sound,
the moaning…
of the lost.
I am here now. I walked the whole way, but I am not alone.
He is with me. He was already here as well, beside you.
Like doubting Thomas, I want to make this visible even to the full sighted…
Get on your knees and pray to be blind. It would be better so, then swimming below.
The message here, is clear.
Jesus loves you fool. Which do you want to rule?
The drugs, the alcohol, the cheat, the deceit?
Name your poison then spit it out.
Never again take it in.
Walk forever with God.
Amen.
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