Bridge Repair…for all of us with broken bridges

Lord, I thought I’d built your bridge
but now it’s torn apart
perhaps it was my own

I ache with ‘whys?’ and sorrows
only you can know
the fragile pieces

my failures at forgiveness
the uniqueness of each soul
the unclaimed grace of generations

I claim it now

Wrap me with your pardon
Bind my wounds beneath your cross
Span my empty valley

with your never failing love
Rebuild me as your bridge
while I’m learning to forgive

Jean E. Taddonio


About geniecan

Born and raised in " America's finest City" received BS degree in nursing years ago... main career besides wife and motherhood ( and now a grandma)was as a hospice RN for 18 years...Take great joy in finding the good in all things and believing that " No Thing is Ordinary" the title of my blog. I am working on a children's picture book story named R-Qu.. a rock falls of his mountain. Writing poetry is one of my happiest things to do. Yoga, water aerobics,, gym exercise and walking our wheaton terrior, Finley, with my husband Jim are favorite things...oh yes...singing in the choir at Church and recognizing God as #1... are most important... I also have a home based business with magnetic and far intra red health care products..peace to all who read this, Love, Jeane
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