Mandy Capehart

Standing here, at the edge of the bridge across the ages, I am

undone. The vastness of the unending horizon sends wonder

like goose bumps across my skin and my mind and my heart

and my thoughts and my soul decry the darkness and yet still I

step, embracing the quiet mystery as a light appears beneath

my feet. This bridge sways, rocking with the wind and each

step falling harder than the last. I know my hands will raise

and I know my heart will sink into my stomach but I know that

both will once again be centered, wholly brought to that same,

mysteriously quiet place of peace, where I know your name,

too.