I built a bridge
People came by to jeer as I worked and struggled
Someone suggested that I had at least picked a great place to build
Over the hard packed Earth
A bridge over dry land
What waste they all would say
There's no water here
He must be stark raving mad they shouted
They were right of course
It did seem a sheer waste of my time
It was a bridge
It was over dry land
It went absolutely nowhere
Then the rains came
None had ever seen rains on this level
Those who lived in the valley now ran for shelter
Most gathered under my useless bridge
Some even scampered up the embankments on either side
A few even found a way to climb over the embankments and got onto my bridge which of course was no longer over dry land
It wasn't my intention to built this bridge
I was just doing as I was told
Many times in life I have done...
Not knowing why
Just because I have been told
My faith leads me do things that I don't want to do
Only to find that it really was needed for me to do
My Dryland Bridge©
EdwinBrown9®™
8/10/17
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The bridge is of course a metaphor...
The bridge is my faith...
I have done things in life that seemed to make no sense...
Only to find that it was part of a bigger plan and I was just a small part of the scheme of things...
I know not why I was born...
Or why I have been allowed to live...
I know that there is a plan of which we all play a part...