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The Bridge (2)

The Bridge

I wander alone down this road
My cart has one wheel that wobbles
What belongs to me is what you see
Don’t try to take it from me or squabble

Coming to a broken concrete bridge
The only way to get past the river
Up ahead a clown jumped up and down
Showing it’s safe but the river made him shiver

What do you see when you read
Two men at their end of their future
I see what happens when two men don’t heed
Who have nothing to show for their adventures

© 2013 Michael Yost 07/23


What do the miracles require from the believer?

Water crashing against the bow of the boat?

Raindrops pooling, rolling down the portal?

But I was born this way, wasn’t I?


What does the believer expect from the miracles?

That all expectations are met to the fullest of my supplications?

Shelter from the storm?

Lord I believe, help me with my unbelief.


© 2011 Michael Yost

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