Michaelangelo and A Little Girl


We build our bridges,
Strong and wide
To take us to
The other side
Of the space between
The here and there,
An abyss unknown
And fraught with care;
Don't look down! I cried;

Please don't let go,
I am so small,
So afraid that
I will fall;
I need some help
To cross this path
My faltering pace,
Guide with your grace,
The strongest bridge of all;

I'm reaching for
Your hand, Father,
As you reach out
For mine;
You calm the waters,
Cruel and wild,
You bridge the gap
And guide your child,
Across a bridge divine.
Edie Batstone