The Bridge
“There are times in life
when we are called to be bridges,
not a great monument spanning a distance
and carrying loads of heavy traffic
but a simple bridge
to help one person from here to there
over some difficulty
such as pain, fear, grief, loneliness,
a bridge which opens the way
for ongoing journey.
When I become a bridge for another,
I bring upon myself a blessing, for I escape
from the small prison of self
and exist for a wider world,
breaking out to be a larger being
who can enter another’s pain
and rejoice in another’s triumph.
I know of only one greater blessing
in this life, and that is
to allow someone else
to be a bridge for me.”
This reflection is written by Joy Cowley and is reprinted her with her kind permission. It is from her book, Aotearoa Psalms, published by Pleroma, Higginson St, Hawkes Bay, New Zealand. The book includes lush illustrations by photographer, Terry Coles, who is Joy’s husband. The email address is: order@pleroma,org.nz. It is also available on http://amazon.com and in some religious book stores. Joy is a prolific author of children’s books. She also writes and speaks on Spirituality, as evidenced by the reflection in this post. I enjoyed reading the speeches posted on her website. http://www.joycowley.com/
