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I reflected this morning on Joy Cowley's little poem A Bridge.
Joy, many may know, is a New Zealand author of children's fiction, novels, and short stories.

"There are times in life
when we are called to be bridges,
not a great monument spanning distance
and carrying loads of heavy traffic,
but a simple bridge to help one person from here to there
over some difficulty
such as pain, grief, fear, loneliness
a bridge which opens the way
for ongoing journey.

When I become a bridge for another,
I bring upon myself a blessing,
for I escape from the small prison of self
and exist for a wider world,
breaking out to bebridges
a larger being
who can enter another’s pain
and rejoice in another’s triumph.

I know of only one greater blessing
in this life, and that is,
who can enter another’s pain
and rejoice in another’s triumph?

A bridge transports a person from where he/she is, to where he/she needs to be.
How, I ask myself, can I be a bridge for others?


Women do the "bridge bit" all the time.
Because women talk to each other. They share stories. They listen to problems. Sometimes listen can be the "bridge".
Yes. I think I would agree with you about women as bridges. All the more reason why we men should reflect on its importance.