The Bridge

The water flows under the bridge.

In the Spring...
Because of the winter melt-off
The water flows high and rapid.
In the Summer... low and slow.

The water like the passing of the seasons
Comes and goes...
And throughout it all stands the bridge.

We can, if you may...
View the river as the flow of life
And the bridge...
The one that has brought us together
As our love for one another.

The greater the river - the greater the bridge.

I will always remember - the day
When I first saw you... standing
On the other side.

            Timothy E. Stevenson   February 3, 2000©
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