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Gesher (Bridge)

Gesher (Bridge) (First published in Pandemic Corona) Standing at the edge of a story, Fifty feet off the ground; I survey the field in front of me, Possibilities all around. The narrow bridge I stand on Will lead me on my way; Unfolding with each footstep I won’t be led astray At times the bridge might wobble, My hands might grip the rails; As long as I kept moving, The bridge will never fail. Standing at the edge of the story, Looking out at the frontier; A million paths in front of me, Behind me only fear.

Yesterday, I felt like my whole body breathed an enormous sigh of relief. Sometimes I don't realize how much tension I am holding until I begin to let go. There is still much to be tended to. Today the bridge feels more hopeful.

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