She crossed a bridge with the utmost faith
knowing her husband, gone so long,
and her Lord would be on the other side.
We who wait in this waystation
bid her farewell and rest
and we move on as we must.
Sometimes a bridge is like a catapult,
a sudden bolt from here to there.
Others seem miles long
as we cross treacherous waters,
painful steps, unsure of where they lead,
straining to make the span longer still.
I stand outside tonight,
staring at the stars above our universe.
I wonder and I hope.
Peace and unconditional love
must surely have met you
as you knew it would,
when you crossed over to the other side.
Written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets. Today, Merril talks about bridges and asks us to either write a poem in a particular form, or to somehow write about bridges. This poem is dedicated to my sister-in-law Starr. We lost her on April 10th. She and I were planning on my visiting in July….it was not to be. I shall miss her. I do miss her.
lillian the home poet 
Crossing that bridge awaits us all. This is a moving tribute to her Lillian. Condolences and prayers for the family.
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A beautiful tribute to Starr, Lill. I especially love the final stanza.
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A beautiful tribute to Starr Lillian and I’m so sorry for your loss. Sending love and hugs across the miles xxx
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A very sad but beautiful post Lillian. You have expressed this so well showing all the questions and the faith that there is more waiting for us across the bridge between this world and eternity.
I really liked this…
Sometimes a bridge is like a catapult,
a sudden bolt from here to there.
Others seem miles long…
So sorry for your loss.
Dwight
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As soon as I started reading, I realized what it was about. A lovely, moving tribute to Starr, Lillian. Yes, sometimes a catapult and sometimes a long journery.
Again, I’m so very sorry for your loss. 💙
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“We who wait in this waystation” I feel that line. Such a beautiful tribute, Lillian. I’m sorry you have to miss her for a while as you wait.
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I think this a poem you needed to write… just beautiful… For myself and those close to me I fear that long drawn out crossing more than a quick one.
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An emotional and heartfelt ode, with bridges intact. Many of us are in the winter of our lives. Departure, I hope will be the destination; no dead ends for me.
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Such tender verses! I’m sure that bridge will be like a catapult. What a ride it will be! 💖
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A most evocative and heartfelt tribute to Starr, that bridge is something every person has to cross one day, may we move toward with ease. May her soul be granted a place in the gardens of Paradise. Amen.
My deepest condolences to you and your family, Lillian. *Hugs*💐💐
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