The Covenant Bridge
I know this one, very important thing. A man, my creator, taught it to me. It is something that as I lay here, defines my existence. You see things were not always as they are. There used to be nothing. That’s what the man said. There was nothing, but he could change that. He was a builder.
On the day that I began, so I’ve been told, he came with his followers. A small group of dedicated men intent on learning all that he could teach them. Seeing the chasm, he paused and gave them instruction. “What then, brothers,” he said to them, “When you come together, each one has a hymn, a lesson, a revelation, a tongue, or an interpretation. Let all things be done for the building up.”
So, they began to build and when they were done, I was left standing as a new covenant. The sides of this previously impassable ravine now in agreement to allow safe passage. The man was the first to cross.
That’s the thing I know, the way across. The man created me for that purpose and here I stand, in stillness, patiently waiting for all to cross over.