BRIDGES

 

Can we begin to understand the power we can build

To bind up wounds, add friends, and cross so-deep divides?

Can we find the strength in us, ‘spite pain and fear distilled,

 To stretch across our hatreds to where compassion hides.

 

The bridges that we build in life define the thing we are.

We can be the humans our children see and fully trust,

Standing on our shoulders, boldly, so then seeing far,

Instead of memories, their regard for us, withering in the dust,

Vanished hopes, then, of polishing an ever-brighter star.

 

Can we be the heroes of our waking happy dream,

Building crossings, concords newly sown,

Pathways there above the madly raging stream,

Clearing trails for us, too long overgrown?

 

We have lived through even darker times,

And seen the human spirit fighting through.

We can find tools that fluently yield rhymes,

Build us bridges high and straight and true,

Bring our children, then, happily to dance,

Seeing soaring bridges so mightily accrue,

We, awakening, finally, from our evil trance,

To a human future we can joyously renew.

 

 

 

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