Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Broken Bridges

Broken Bridges
I feel the darkness.
I struggle and scream.
I fill the air with soundless sound.
I wonder what might have been.
Change is inevitable.
But will the broken bridges mend?
I believe in miracles.
But can shattered glass be repaired?
Can that brokenness become beauty?
A mosaic of impossible possibilities.
"...You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands." The Bible, Isaiah 55:12
Well, I'm counting on that.


Cedar ... said...

broken things whether bridges or something else is always sad. but sometimes it's a chance to grow in a new direction. Nice illustration to go with the words.

Clytie said...

Broken bridges are so hard to mend. But if you look closely, that broken bridge has stepping stones now ... we can still get there, it just takes a little more effort.