Viaduct of Faith
Beneath my bridge the troubled waters surged
with white caps brazen under dark gray skies
and baptized in the waters I was purged
as “scales of blindness” dropped from off my eyes.
Below me rushed the waters turbulent,
turgid and rolling as the foamy brine.
Tossed in times of losses' great bereavement
only faith was a bridge of its own kind.
Beneath my bridge the troubled waters raged
with mighty winds and current also strong.
Why fret and fight against the challenged stage.
I crossed the bridge with faith and l lived long.
Over troubled water is a path I know,
viaduct of faith one travels to and fro.
5/12/20
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2020
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