The cycle runs deep, as I reflect on things from my past. Emotionally confused and frustrated with my humanity, it appears that I have robed people of their dignity; not deliberately, I'm just trying to find me. Unable to give them what they want and quench their heart’s desire, tears seem to have built over the years to the point where they now have formed a river in front of me that is impeding me from getting to...me. As I look on the other side of the river I can see who I should be and who I long to be but the river impedes me. I see me but I’m separated from who I am and who I long to be by a river made by me. I would try to swim but the currents may overtake me, burying me deep under the river that was made by me. I would try to go around but the continuous flow is endless and I would grow weary, and fatigued, expiring from exhaustion in a failed attempt to get around the river made by me. So, under the guidance of the Holy Spirit I started to construct a bridge, with the help of some friends. I will work day and night until at last it is complete and I am able to cross over the river made by me, to be with…me.
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