The bridges we built
toiling over the raging tides,
looking at the sky,
in despair and prayer,
pressing ahead despite the fear.
In the dusk, we could see the ocean catch fire,
and with amazing grace, you said the final words,
"The things will get well on their own".
In the pain
lies the cure.
In the prayer
itself is the benediction.
toiling over the raging tides,
looking at the sky,
in despair and prayer,
pressing ahead despite the fear.
In the dusk, we could see the ocean catch fire,
and with amazing grace, you said the final words,
"The things will get well on their own".
In the pain
lies the cure.
In the prayer
itself is the benediction.
Sushama Karnik
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