Monday, 14 July 2014
Building a bridge.
I am building a bridge because it feels Asked of me, because it needs to be built, and it must be crossed, if only by me.
I do not know how to build a bridge.
I do not know the physics. I am bad at math and uncomfortable with engineering, and the earth is round enough that if I build a bridge long enough, I may just find myself back where I started.
But I will build it anyway. And I am told that it will not be a smooth and easy shortcut but will still be a glorious drive with a wonderful view and the air will be lovely to breathe.
And this bridge that I build shall have no toll. No burning of holes nor playing with souls. The blueprint has never been in my hand yet here, from the tips of my fingers, it will start to stand.
It will stand true, and it will be free, this bridge, and you, and me.