The Bridge Poem by Cute Faces International

The Bridge

Who has ever noticed me?

People pass by disturbing my Peace.
I listen to every conversation with laughter and sometimes with tears.

Nations walk on me to one another
People walk on me to meet each other or one another,
Yet Who has ever noticed me.

I am a language you cross to each other or one another
People insult me because sometimes Am broken, dirty and stinking,
Yet I ask again Who has ever noticed me.

When it rains sometimes Am flooded, not forgetting the harshness and heat of the sun, but no one ever invite me into their home for comfort.

Others spit on me with no provocation.
What is my crime? The Creator, Who is My Potter created me as such, to be a friendly way into Nations, to People and individuals but Who has ever noticed me.

I sometimes wonder when would all this end but I have assurance that Jesus is also A Bridge Of Salvation in this am even more glad to be called and made a Bridge.

My reward is glorious because Am A Bridge, Silent Listener to every whisper crossing on me, I watch and do as Jesus Christ Did. Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Who has ever noticed me, I hope you do and appreciate me.

For: # Cute Faces International LLC
Copyright @ Sunday, September 18,2016.