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Poetry of Witness, Falastine - Bridge of Light

Bridge of Light

I’m standing on the edge
Of you my blessed bridge
Waiting for a shadow
A light
A bless
To come over the dust of years.

My blessed bridge
Fill in the gap of fears
Ride over the river of tears
And plant me oaks and willows
A tree knows not my sorrow
A tree knows not me.

Oh my blessed bridge
In the depth of your soul
I whispered me
In the depth of you
I gave up what I know
And what I don’t.

Don’t call me divine bridge
I know all the paths leading to the unexpected
I know you
I know every face
All the names
All the games
I have every grace
But I know not me
I have not me
I met not me.

There at the other edge of the unknown
Lies my heart
There is me.