The Bridge...

I have a huge picture on canvas hanging in my "green room" (aka. writing/thinking/reading/input/output room). It is about 5' by 7' and takes up a good portion of the wall. On it is a picture of a suspension bridge that looks like it is made of vines and planks. The photo was taken from the starting point on one side of the bridge towards the opposite ending side of the bridge. That ending is a huge tropical looking tree enshrouded in fog. In fact the whole picture is pretty foggy to the point where you can just get a hint of the scene. I find myself staring at the picture, as I am now, wishing I could cross the bridge and explore. It looks quiet, like the only sound would be the slow moving river below, birds and the creaking of the bridge as it moved in the breeze. Because I am such an emotive person I could probably sit here and work up a tear or two dwelling on the fact that I can't crawl into this photo. I hate to admit that the relationship between me and the bridge will strictly be one of unquenchable longing. I love the quote from C.S. Lewis that says "If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world. If none of my earthly pleasures satisfy it, that does not prove that the universe is a fraud. Probably earthly pleasures were never meant to satisfy it, but only to arouse it, to suggest the real thing. If that is so, I must take care, on the one hand, never to despise, or be unthankful for, these earthly blessings, and on the other, never to mistake them for the something else of which they are only a kind of copy, or echo, or mirage. I must keep alive in myself the desire for my true country, which I shall not find till after death; I must never let it get snowed under or turned aside; I must make it the main object of life to press on to that other country and to help others to do the same."

I do indeed have that sense of longing that this world can not fulfill but only hint at. I also know that because I know and believe in that "other world" which I was created for then this longing will someday be quenched. I don't have to live life perpetually hungry or in a state of never being quenched. I have the hope of heaven...


Posted on May 25, 2010 and filed under Anything and Everything.