“But where shall wisdom be found? and where is the place of understanding? Man knoweth not the price thereof; neither is it found in the land of the living.” (Job 28:12-13)

O’er jagged cliffs, and towering heights!  Crushing currents, rage below!  And yet we pass. With scarce a thought!  Of dangerous threats, that flow! . . . R. Lyle Johnson  

The bridges that we cross in life allow us to see both beauty and danger.  Bridges are gifts that offer safe passage and refuge.  The greatest gift is the one that builds a bridge from mortality to eternal life.   See full version of the poem “A Bridge To Heaven’s Gate.”

“Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.” (Matthew 7:14)

 “O then, my beloved brethren, repent ye, and enter in at the strait gate, and continue in the way which is narrow, until ye shall obtain eternal life.” (Jacob 6:11)

The quiet pathway I have chosen.  Is different than most friends.  No clamor, lights, nor glitter.  But silent peaceful ends.  Tranquil trails that whisper!  And teach me truths unseen! I walk the narrow path of faith!  To Him, who is my King!   R. Lyle Johnson

Another poem that relates to this thought is found in the website:  “The Endless Road.”