Building a Bridge

Between us we see both sides. Between us we have lived on both sides. Between us is a river. It's current is moving fast and there are many rapids and sharp rocks with their jagged edges sticking up. The flowing water is so cold and full of its own life, unable to be dammed up or diverted. I am working on building a bridge to cross over that river so that we may let the past be water under the bridge, forgiven but not forgotten, and join together hand in hand once again.