The One Who Bridges The Gap

The winds is blowing, leaves are beginning to fall, and I hear the beckoning call of change permeating the air. Just like the seasons in Oregon that signal rebirth and renewal, I imagine the possibilities that wait for us all, us humans hunting for the good, for kindness, sharing and caring.  Is it possible to be the person you think I can be? How do I get there without sacrificing all my stuff? Maybe I can give you one small thing, something borrowed perhaps? I tune out all that scares me on television, social media, the radio, clearing out the gutters of noise and try super-hard to focus, to meditate on all that truly matters.

And I want to fast forward to a future moment when the all-together-person shows up inside of me, the someone who never complains, who bakes all day just to give it all away, and who gives until it hurts right bad. Everything, all of it, to anyone in need.

The wind is picking up, rain drips from the moist leaves, the clock ticks away the minutes. I think about the world and all it needs right now, and I get stir crazy. I wonder about that inner person who left a number of years ago to follow that outcast who told things straight up and still does today. I can't do this alone! You have to help me because I will seriously give up!

A farmer plowing his field never looks back, he continues working the ground, keeping his eyes on what's up ahead, never looking backward.

The rain lets up a bit, seizing the moment, I step outside into the damp October day, walk across the street to retrieve our neighbor's mail, him having a stroke recently. Each step rings the message right clear. A tender touch of grace brushes my back as I walk up toward his front porch. I take a long inhale of promise.

 He is the one who bridges the gap between who we want to be and who we are right now. And every act of kindness, every step toward caring and sharing sends those angels up above into a glorious alleluia. I knock gently on our neighbor's door, readying for some conversation, and my mind draws to those bridges and all the people who cross safely every day, never seeing the invisible on the other side who is orchestrating all that busy, crazy traffic. 

He answers my knock with a smile.