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
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