Disguised in the forest,

Like a creature of God,

The bridge blends into the background of the day,

Hidden from view, not intending to avoid you,

But rather showing its availability.

If we care to stop and gaze.

Sometimes the welcome is so broad,

So wide,

So deep,

So loud,

So absolutely wondrous.

All we can see is where the gate once was;

And that it was closed.

From the foothills the chapel arises,

Overlooking a city of Angels,

Waiting,

Not patiently;

For nourishment of the soul.