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The Bridge
- June 25, 2005
A canyon much grander than any imagined
A gorge without limit; a far-flung expanse Separates Holy from mankind, the fallen ones Bipeds can't bridge it, the edge halts advance Our skulls hold no answers but hints are abounding A crossing exists, undetected by probing A dream, some have said, or a wishing by foolish ones Only a few see the mystery disrobing Opposable-thumbed ones are bent on the conquest To plumb the crack's depth and its width quantify Theories are theorized, hypotheses offered Trailblazers march on with their quest to defy This chasm that mocks them with stoic delight Observing each failing with glassy-eyed stare But try as they will all the creatures of carbon Still find themselves bowed at the foot of despair Gray matter and sinew and neurons and sweat No match for the rift between Spirit and flesh But a Carpenter crafted a firm, narrow walkway A wood wright unique, of a mystical mesh He took many pains for this avenue's crafting Each nail driven firmly, each plank richly stained He crafted it minus the help of all others At project's completion his coffers were drained Now ages have passed since the bridge was completed Though few find its entrance and try out its boards Many are they who deny its existence Though 'twas built for the mislead, incredulous hordes Still others believe it to be but another Of thousands of bridges that span the divide But that ages-old link remains stalwart and lonesome Though the fables and myths ebb and flow like the tide And one day the last foot will cross its far threshold As the naysayers doubt and the myth lovers pine And the Builder will welcome the final sojourner All the branches securely attached to the Vine
Contributed by Stephen F. Pizzini.
- June 25, 2005
A canyon much grander than any imagined
A gorge without limit; a far-flung expanse Separates Holy from mankind, the fallen ones Bipeds can't bridge it, the edge halts advance Our skulls hold no answers but hints are abounding A crossing exists, undetected by probing A dream, some have said, or a wishing by foolish ones Only a few see the mystery disrobing Opposable-thumbed ones are bent on the conquest To plumb the crack's depth and its width quantify Theories are theorized, hypotheses offered Trailblazers march on with their quest to defy This chasm that mocks them with stoic delight Observing each failing with glassy-eyed stare But try as they will all the creatures of carbon Still find themselves bowed at the foot of despair Gray matter and sinew and neurons and sweat No match for the rift between Spirit and flesh But a Carpenter crafted a firm, narrow walkway A wood wright unique, of a mystical mesh He took many pains for this avenue's crafting Each nail driven firmly, each plank richly stained He crafted it minus the help of all others At project's completion his coffers were drained Now ages have passed since the bridge was completed Though few find its entrance and try out its boards Many are they who deny its existence Though 'twas built for the mislead, incredulous hordes Still others believe it to be but another Of thousands of bridges that span the divide But that ages-old link remains stalwart and lonesome Though the fables and myths ebb and flow like the tide And one day the last foot will cross its far threshold As the naysayers doubt and the myth lovers pine And the Builder will welcome the final sojourner All the branches securely attached to the Vine
Contributed by Stephen F. Pizzini.
