The river, bridged.
Complete, joining two shores.
East comes to west.
The river still twists and turns,
Meandering, but no longer segregating.
The bridge brings unity.
The words, unabridged.
Complete, joining all shores.
East, orient, express, speedy,
fast, draw, wild, west.
East comes to west.
The words circle to unity.
The Psalmist says
As far as the east
is from the west
have your wrongs been removed.
He is the Bridge.
He brings unity.
At Babel they built
A tower to be a bridge to God.
He took their words.
He took their bridges.
The one for man's meddling,
The one for man's pride.
Bridges can conquer rivers,
But bridges can't cross oceans.
Bridges can build worlds of words.
Bridges of words can bind men together;
Mere bridges can't bind us to God.
Except one: He who is Bridge. Unity.