Bridges are connections, overpasses, passages over obstacles that take us from one side to another. They are also a spiritual symbol, leading us on a journey across a divide or an obstacle, that could connect us to faith and religion.
At times the bridge comes to an end, with no way to walk on any further, and one must turn around and retrace their steps, leading them ponder the paths they must bridge, or think about reconnecting with community, religion or family.
Faith builds a bridge from this world to the next. – Unknown Author
I like the poem below, by Emily Dickinson
Faith — is the Pierless Bridge
Supporting what We see
Unto the Scene that We do not —
Too slender for the eye
It bears the Soul as bold
As it were rocked in Steel
With Arms of Steel at either side —
It joins — behind the Veil
To what, could We presume
The Bridge would cease to be
To Our far, vacillating Feet
A first Necessity.
Bridges are often a vision of wonder, architectural beauties that can steer one’s thoughts to contemplate, as we wander on our trek through life. They can lead us to remember the bridges we have crossed in moments past, ponder the bridges we are currently crossing in order to make necessary choices, and beg us to reflect upon our future, within our current choices.
Life’s bridges are our links to the past, the present and the future. LM
In my travels, here and there, I enjoy it when I come upon a bridge, a bridge I can fully see and not just one I travel over. The first bridge is one of my top five favorite bridges of all time…The Bixby Creek Bridge in Big Sur, CA. My favorite bridge is the Brooklyn Bridge. There is something about it that transcends my soul.
From small trestle bridges, to large architectural wonders, bridges often evoke a sense of awe within me, awe beyond definition.
June 23, 2013 – 15 Tamuz, 5773
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