A Crossover, A Way to Go Home

Last week was spent in San Francisco for my husband’s doctor appointments, so it allowed me a chance to revisit the wondrous beauty of the Golden Gate Bridge. Seeing its towering presence spanning across the two peninsulas brought reflections of the years I commuted to and from work across the bridge. Each day the trip was so special - seeing the beauty that God had placed all around the structure. However, the best part was the return each night. It was the crossing that would take me home (and inspired me to pen this vision).

In the distance looms a monumental symbol of strength,
with framework structured to bravely stand all alone,
its temperament as solid as the rock anchoring it in place.
What a magnificent span between two borders,
with cables suspending high above glistening waters,
a magnificent creation constructed with painstaking care.

Fortified gates open to greet the weary traveler,
as a welcome passage over nature's restraints.
Its centerpiece, a display of paired towers,
with columns joining clouds like friends meeting for a party,
allowing celebration of the victories of sovereignty,
yet bonding the mass into a place of agreement.

Not all will perceive its infinite dignity,
nor discover the importance of its existence.
A beautiful symbol linking city to countryside,
declaring the unity of man with the elements.
To many it is an invitation beckoning all to travel its pathway,
But for me, it is a crossover, a way to go home.

My daily crossings bonded me with the Bridge forever. Its majesty and strength are etched in my heart as a reminder of what my final crossover will be like, and the beauty I will see during that journey. I pray you too will etch a place of beauty in your heart, allowing you to reflect often on the trip home to see Him.