Cedar Bridges
Story
by Christopher Girard
In a land not to far away. In a land of beauty, wonder and awe.
There stood a majestic, little cedar bridge. A sturdy little bridge,
that somehow spanned all water, all separation. A sturdy, little cedar
bridge, that united two people, two lands, two worlds.
It was here, here at this majestic little cedar bridge, that the
two had finally agreed to meet. To meet, to talk, to understand. It
was here that they would finally learn to put their differences aside.
It was here that they would explore and enjoy each other.
Gone was any resistance. Gone was the repelling of the others
views and outlooks. Like two magnets, reversing polarity, they would
begin to understand the need for attraction. The need and desire for
integration. The importance of peace and ultimate unity.
It was here on this majestic, little cedar bridge, that they would
learn to express the benefit and power of being one. It was here that
the whole was finally manifested and understood.
It was here, in a land not so far away, on a sturdy, little cedar
wooden bridge, that the two met. It was here, that Aristotle finally
shook hands with Plato.
Cedar Bridges © COPYRIGHT 2005 Christopher Girard.
Reproduction prohibited without permission from the author.
07/28/05
