I Walked Out On A Bridge Of Air (Final Version) Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

I walked out on a bridge of air
thinking I was still on level ground
and when I crossed to the other side
all of it came crashing down
I looked out on the winter sun
cold silver in the ghost of dawn
as if it would linger on and on
but when I saw what God had done
the banished aprils all had come
what could I say to anyone.
time cannot measure
nor grief assist
it isn't possible to live by wits
I reasoned in abiding mists
but faith explains why a bridge of air
seemed solid enough from Here to There
and I don't argue with this.

mary angela douglas 25 january 2022