Beneath the Bridge

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Leaning looking over

From the bridge

Lazy summer afternoon

Ducks below have

An up-current agenda

Mom gets off to one side

Monitoring little ones

Hard at it.

And thoughts drift to

Some of my water

Under the bridge.

As sparkles beneath

Present dreamy visual curtain.

Times when plans clicked

And friends were easy to find.

Or when they were gone

Hearing that I had got religion

Got it bad and

Vociferously.

But then it toned down

To Christ’s words heard

On the inside.

Hours when prayer meant

Shutting up…that’s right

For His whispers

And reassurances that I

Had become His project

Yes His love and living water

Flowing through and

The occasional visitor

Who wanted a draught

A look or a listen.

As if I were in those

Sparkling waters beneath

And timeless and wandering

The good course.

Without regrets and

Thanking and moving and speaking

Effortlessly.

On His itinerary.

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