They Stood On the Bridge: An Allegory for All of Us

They stood on the bridge, the red sky behind them.

This time it was cosmic. This time it was serious. Make no mistake,

this time,

there was no returning.

The woods at their back were on fire.

The sacred darkness of the Eternal Feminine lay ahead.

On the other side of the bridge the Lord of the Dance beckoned. The Divine Sophia called.

It was soul making time.

The rose was in the fire and the alchemy had begun. They would become one.

Their permission was irrelevant. The door that led to change and transformation had been opened. Like birth, it brought its pain and blood.

Courage was needed.

God’s Mothering Self was at work.

They had come out of the womb of creation.

On the bridge there were gifts to help them across, hidden riches, courage, intelligence of the heart, compassion, bravery.

On the other side of the bridge within the unknown was the promise.

If they could remember it

They could be numinous and full of glory.

If they would re-member that,

they would be numinous,

and full of Glory.