The Compassionary: Build a bridge

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Build a bridge

You can scream
and you can fight,
you can throw and break,
you can smash and shatter
as
you tell me
to
leave.

But I know you.

Your hurt does not
push
past this rope,
past these
N
A

I
L
S
past these planks of wood.

You can cuss
and SPITTTT,
you can roar and rage,
you can holler and cry
as
you tell me
to
leave.

But I know you.

Your anger does not
push
past this body,
past these arms,
past these legs.

I will sit
here. Bit by bit
and
build... you... a... bridge.

I will build it
SO STRONG
that a
100,000 horses
can storm across it,
that a
million soldiers (yes, sir)
can march across it,
that even a
president
can use it as his platform.

It is this rope,
these
n
a
i
l
s,
these planks of wood.

They will attach,
they will sink pain
they will float love.

My bridge will
listen and kiss,
hold and rock,
protect and defend.
It will cradle you
until your tears are
the laughter.