Bridge over troubled water


[Content from Debbie]

The Bridge

There are times in life
when we are called to be a bridge
Not a great monument spanning a distance
and carrying loads of traffic
but a simple bridge to help one person
from here to there
over some difficulty
such as pain, grief, fear, loneliness
a bridge which opens the way
for the ongoing journey.

When I become a bridge for another
I bring upon myself a blessing
for I escape from the small prison of self
and exist for a wider world
breaking out to be a larger being
who can enter another’s pain
and rejoice in another’s triumph.

I know of only one
greater blessing in this life
and that is to allow someone else
to be a bridge for me.

Joy Cowley



[Video from Debbie]

I Am Standing Upon The Seashore

I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
is an object of beauty and strength.

I stand and watch her until at length
she hangs like a speck of white cloud
just where the sea and sky come
to mingle with each other.

Then, someone at my side says; ‘There, she is gone!’
‘Gone where?’
Gone from my sight. That is all.

She is just as large in mast and hull
and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight
to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.

And just at the moment when someone
at my side says, ‘There, she is gone!’
There are other eyes watching her coming,
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout;
‘Here she comes!’ And that is dying.

Henry Van Dyke

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Irish Blessing

May the road rise up to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the sun shine warm on your face
And may the rains fall soft upon your fields
Until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of your hand.