The long wooden bridge, standing against the cold, ice, and weather.
A metaphorical presence forms in my mind.
Watching the occasional individuals strolling across.
The ladies chatting as they walk, the girl with her dog,
the lone runner, running through the icy coldness.
Driving across this wooden bridge, gazing at the ice below,
I somehow likened this perfect post-card picture to our lives.
For life is not only how we see it through our eyes,
but how we are seen from a distance.
Reaching the end, and walking upon the sand,
beholding the structure and surrounding landscape
from a distance
I took in the full meaning of this metaphor...
For above the long wooden bridge with its strolling souls,
was the sun, looking down on it and the land around.
Taking a picture, it took my breath away.
Seeing how finite, but also how beautiful life is.
For our souls walk that bridge of life,
fearing falling into the icy cold darkness below,
but taking in the beautiful scenes around us.
And the Sun above us...looking down, as we souls walk the Bridge.
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