A bridge across the great divide-
the end is narrow but beginning’s wide-
each step we seek the other side-
we search for signs to be our guide.
Into the chasm we embark-
our journey moves through light and dark-
on days of grey a distant spark-
that keeps us driving towards our mark.
The other side, our endless goal-
it tantalizes our thirsting soul-
as never arriving takes its toll-
not being there we can’t be whole.
Somewhere amidst the great divide-
we hear a whisper deep inside-
Be still, be calm, the distance lied-
Not one more stride, you have arrived.
So there we stop and settle down-
we plant our feet on present ground-
at last we see what’s right around-
we listen to the nearest sound.
The journey stopped, we know our place-
not driven wild we slow our pace-
the way to win was not to race-
it’s where we are we must embrace.
Surprisingly, at last we find-
the bridge, the goal, was in our mind-
that looking far had made us blind-
at last we’re whole when we unwind.