Bridges, A Painting and Meditation

Acrylic Painting, Bruce Ley

We stretch our wings,
head thrown back in the effort it takes to open ourselves to all that might be,
not knowing whose fingertips we will touch in the aching desire to connect with another.

We are all links in the bridge that is humanity,
teetering precariously on the precipice of annihilation,
leaning out across the abyss in hopeful anticipation of the other, the other, the other.

There is fog. There is fear.
But it is our destiny to reach out anyway,
for in doing so we strengthen our foundation,
and grant hope to those whose arms hang limp at their sides.

Stretch across the open waters and will yourself into being.

For this is your purpose divine.