Bridging Our Different Worlds: A Poem
We try to bridge our worlds to call them one
and love may allow us to clumsily succeed
but, even though those bridges may be fun
they don't present one world that we need.
Even god didn't get to be one for us all
as we chose to have our different fathers
each one with his own distinct and holy call
making of us neighbors---more than brothers.
Here and there our bridges crumble and fall
their structure somehow not meant to endure
under weight of something looking like a wall
erected on our bridges when love turns impure.
Or we make some dams slowing down flow of river
with their silly purpose of connecting both sides
denying differences with passion of a beaver
using others' minds instead of inner guides.
Why not allow all unique selves to be
instead of playing role models to follow
for our life is best when it's flowing free
and we play it best when we play it solo.