Before you knew it
you were halfway across.
You had thought each step
would be an ordeal,
that you’d wrestle
the fear away
with every buck and sway
of the bridge.
But that bright butterfly
slipped along ahead of you
through the mist, the cloud,
and you followed it
until the cloud parted
and the valley lay out below you,
full of wonder.
The bridge,
you know,
the bridge itself
is the journey.
Gratitude List:
1. Family camping-in-the-yard night. Didn’t get much sleep, me. But lots of snuggles and an great-horned owl lullaby and a crow and cuckoo wake-up call. Worth it.
2. Anticipating hearing the Africa stories this afternoon.
3. Church. I know. But I love these people. I can’t wait to get there and sing with people, and listen to the ideas and the stories.
4. Kitty snuggles
5. Bridges. Made of language, of the future, of dreams, of feathers, of steel, of anxious wishing, of people, of hearts.
May we walk in Beauty!
Mockingbird Chronicles 