Crossing the Crossing

Oh God, the thin rock bridge just crossed,
Sharp ridge on either side, chasm below,
And so I clearly see where we had to go
But gratefully it did now show in walking
Across as you mystically led me, talking
And guiding me by your right strong hand
With band of love holding me ever tightly;
Mercifully the crossing was covered in fog
So I could not see the black bog far below!
Yes, it is only as you turn me round now
That my stomach churns as I see behind
And realize the kind of danger just passed;
And now at last I understand your demand
To be bold and hold on without letting go,
And so I have made a great stride forward
Toward the top of this mysterious mount,
Which is, somehow, inexplicably, my life

Note: This is, perhaps, the second poem inspired by a half-asleep/half-awake dreaming


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