Bridge
Love the
healing balm is Nature’s psalm
Hugs and
warms, it’s the nurturing palm
Feel
still waters and hear angel’s voices bestowing calm
Her psalm
is a lucky charm, so call her ma’am
Heartache,
soulache, the very depths of Sadness
Lake
Once in,
you’re taken to the very middle and forsaken
It’s a
tightrope we walk without knowing when the slip
Tears
cause scars and they’re felt like lashes from a whip
Somewhere
is the bridge to the healing balm
But when
we’re so distraught, everything seems gone
Faith or
desperation, call it what you want
As long
as it shepherd’s you through, whether servant or savant
Alas so
dark is the journey’s middle
Hope is
all when confidence is a riddle
But
persistence with mild assistance will get you the distance
Suddenly redemption
and the bridge will be found, that’s happenstance
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