Women On A Bridge Poem by Alan Duffield-lock

On a bridge at night she stands alone,
freezing fog chilled her to the bone,
her battered body she had taken there,
and her mind cried 'does no-one care ',
her life's happiness never to be found,
standing on the edge looking down,
so far up on the bridge where she stands,
so far down to a watery grave when she lands,
she hears a voice from behind,
and in it she heard it was gentle and kind,

' Hello ' she didn't flinch and felt so carm,
' I heard you call, I mean you no harm ',
and for the first time she smiled,
the feeling she felt was that of a happy child,
she turns to face the sound of the voice,
onto her knee's she fell, as if she had no choice,
there before her was an apparition,
her eyes wide open at the vision,
' come my sister, come home with me ',
' our Father has sent me for thee ',

His kingdom is waiting for us,
and she takes the gentle hand of Jesus.

11/OCT/11