Inside of each of us is a thing of beauty - perhaps beauty itself - a glowing thing of life that wants to get out.It is trapped under mud and rock and hurt and fear and sin and memory and habit and it cries and yells to get out - except on the empty days when it doesn't.
Inside some of us is a bridge, or a painting, or a poem.
Inside me is my life,
my own beauty,
my song to God,
my connection,
my peace.
Why couldn't I have a bridge?
- anonymous
Photo of Mathematical Bridge (Cambridge) by this artist.
