A Bridge of Hope
Empty
An empty household-
quiet as a graveyard night
with cobwebs abound.
Crying
A thunderous rain-
I'm crying out, tears soundless
as faith dissipates.
Lost
A crowded hallway-
searching but to no avail.
I cannot be found.
Bridge
The chilled, timeworn bridge-
thoughts have been misguided, but
tradition stands firm.
Running
A chilling forest-
I'm running to disappear;
then, I see the Tree.
Hillside
The other hillside-
sounds of laughter and singing,
though one way remains.
Strings
A melody plays-
the sound of strings brings peaceful
music to my soul.