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By Peter O
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"Blessed are those who have not seen,
yet believe." John 20:29

Gone the famine days,
Scraggly days with soul-hunger,
When emptiness was all, but,
Sadly, you can't stand on emptiness.

No, you fall; then crawl
A soul-skeleton, gaunt and bony,
While heaven mates with hell and
The dark crushes.

You tire of it all, so tired
Of time's tears, Of mind's madness,
Of dreams without wings,
Of love without breath.

You seek and search, but
This lonely labor unearths
No food, no ground, no light.

It was then came a whisper,
A name -- Jesus, yes, Jesus.
No, no, no, I am too smart
For this fantasy, this child's story.

Still, I tramped on --
A soul with gaps
Trapped in a blank life.

But, the whisper grew louder:
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. And.
In my mind's eye a bridge,
A glass bridge, yes, a glass bridge.

A Voice framed the whisper"
"Walk this Bridge, even if you see it not --

On the Bridge
 Is your ground  to cross over the waters,
The rollicking, wrecking waters,
And be safe.

On the Bridge,
You will be bathed in Light,
The Sun will rise over you,
Much as it does when released from the night.

On the Bridge,
Your famished soul
Will be lLight-filled,
Nourished by this Bright Energy.

The Bridge?

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Submitted: Saturday, November 22, 2014

Last Updated: Saturday, November 22, 2014

About the Poet
I am 79 years of age. For the past nine years I have been retired, after forty years, from the field of alcoholism and drug abuse in New York City. I am married and we have two grown sons and two grand-sons. My life changed through a grace-experience in 1967. Writing Christian prayers is a particular interest of mine. This came about by a growing awareness of the spiritual in recovery from addictions. I choose, intellectually and emotionally, to believe the Triune God of the Sared Scriptures as my Healer.

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