There is a bridge...
by Steven Craig
It crosses the gulf that is wide enough
No one need consider crossing
Distant enough from each of us
No one would see it, if we looked
It crosses where no one knows
For no one knows that it can be crossed
There is no place marked on any map
No sign on all the long miles of road
In the bright noon light it is not seen
And in the moon light missed not at all
No one crosses here, no one admires the view
It is a bridge that is there, just there.
A bridge with no name, it has no rust
It stands with clouds about its towers
Holding more than just a crossing
There is a bridge that holds no sainted path.
On the near side there is all I ever wanted
On the far side, all I ever needed
And there is a bridge that spans the gulf between
And has not been used all through eternity.
But still, there is this bridge that my eye may see
And this bridge that my feet will cross locked stepped
But if I were only to be near enough to run for it
And make the crossing unobserved.
I am the one that searches for my bridge
And I am the one that will cross it yet one day
And I am the one the bridge was made to bear
If only the bridge were there for me
I have not been across that bridge all these many years
And the bridge has not known my tread all these same
There is a bridge that waits for me.
I need but find it, and I'll be there.