Crossing The Bridge Poem by Vic Pister

I’m standing at the entrance, there’s another bridge to cross
Will this next step in my journey bring me gain or loss
Should I take the next step boldly? Should I shrink away in fear?
Will it bring me victory? Or will it bring me tears?

I’ve seen other victims lying writhing on the ground
And I know they’re not the people I like to be around
For they like to blame another for their trouble and their pain
Never lay it at their own feet where it should be lay'n

We’re the masters of our own souls, there’s no one else to blame
We chose all these conditions, now we must play the game
We came to learn some lessons, we set it up this way
The rules are written, the whistle’s blown and now it’s time to play

Each life presents more problems, there for us to solve
We’ve planned it very carefully, to help our souls evolve
Before we’re born we see our failings, see what we must do
Then choose a life that will correct the things that we need to

We choose the right environment that will help us best
To resolve our issues, by putting us to the test
We choose the proper body to help us with the task
Confront us with the problems, whatever we did ask

Though we can’t remember, we will always find
Our souls did this within us, in our subconscious mind
So when we meet the problem and don’t know what to do
Remember that we put it there, a hurdle to push through

The soul is on a journey and goes from life to life
It learns and grows by conquering all forms of pain and strife
That one day it can reach, through all the steps it’s trod
That perfect state, reintegrate, fully back with God

So here I stand now gazing, my heart begins to race
As I recall my purpose for coming to this place
I charge forward boldly with not a backward glance
And thank my God within me for giving me the chance