Old stone bridge. Who, or what on earth was EMO and what does the date stone indicate? 170 years of existence and the footsteps of many. Names lost to the mists of time.
How does it make you feel as you reflect on the photograph? I have a sense of longing for something that I cannot express or verbalise. The word, recognise, comes to the fore. Our, my need to be seen, heard, but already known to God!
Not cast adrift on a vast sea, but walking across an old decaying bridge which connects me, you, with our different sides. Surrounded with the love of God, in every moment, every breath, every sight.
Step out and embrace hope, pouring from the heart of the Creator…!!!!
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