Gimel (bridge): part 3 of The Red Letters

Gimel spans
the man-made
ditch cutting
across our path.
Its stone
looks sturdy,
safely leading
across this gorge
of flesh and bones,
where no smooth
word, no soft
cheek, no victorious
strength, kind eye
or honored promise
can. Some inch
out, toe by toe,
slowly accepting
its support. A few
blindly run,
their clopping
echoing up the chasm.
Inevitably, halfway,
they all stop to peer
over the edge
and panic at
the great distance.
For some time,
they refuse to move
but eventually
they continue and
reach the other side,
where they join
the throng saying,
“Oh you of little
faith. Why
did you doubt?”

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