Sometimes bridges are real high and modern
but sometimes they’re low and short, just to cross a river.
These are the ones that fascinate me:
The ones that have paint or a few planks missing
have the most character.
They could tell many tales, of that I am sure.
Most get to witness nature all around them
and travelers get to witness the wear and tear of the bridge’s years.
A bridge leads to the other side
to more terrain, beauty and even tragedy.
I have heard Heaven referred to as The Other Side,
and it is a bridge I sure want to cross.
However, the other bridges in my life I must cross, too,
and aid in my life becoming what it should be
and going where it should go.