a bridge called Faith . . .

[Bill]

 

a bridge called Faith . . .

 

i came to this place

deep within my Soul

i looked across the desolate valley

of who i thought i was

and i saw flowers growing

blossoming fragrantly

and i the vagrant of understanding

stood and took in it’s beauty

 

funny, i vaguely remember

last Spring

or was it September

sowing those seeds

that my needs may be fulfilled

who is it that watered this crop of love

perhaps it was the tears of my inner anguish

that bid me well

that did me well

that took hold of my Hopes

and the dreams i once dispelled

and collected them in the sacred chalice

of my tomorrows

and all my past sorrows

and fed back to me

my offerings of despair

 

and i looked across this valley

and though i saw no bridge

i was filled with gratitude

and my certitude was stilled

 

and i began to build me a bridge

called Faith . . . .

 

from life’s tears and manure comes forth fruit

 

(c) 29 January 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.