648 Hebrews 11:1 on the Hudson 1-4-17 Go to 580 key word search

I have a love-hate relationship with a bridge
crossing the Hudson between Kingston and Rhinebeck.
A long, arching, curve,
so high and steep
that when driving up one side,
the other end is unseeable.
I become a sailor on the Santa Maria
waiting for the drop off
at the end of the world.

When I cross, heading West,
on a late Autumn afternoon,
the Catskill ridge
glows in a rainbow golden sunset.
I enter Heavens gate in an aging Honda.

But, heading east on an ice-stormed Winter midnight,
I am forced to follow
a dimly lit row of fog shrouded pearls
into an unending darkness,

where only by the evidence of things not seen
am I justified in driving on
into the substance of things
devoutly hoped for.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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