The hardest thing to learn in life is which bridge to cross and which to burn.”

David Russell

I stepped and felt its shaking,

this bridge, “before” and “now”

and “what could lie ahead?”

I looked at water calm below

and sky above proved cloudless…

Not one concerned but I.

 I wondered at the difference.

Then dawned upon my wearied soul..

 many feet have traveled here

and sturdy is the frame.

Not the structure that is shaken,

But the brokenness I own,

 trembling, trembling…

traveling land to land.

Shelley Bell