Build a Bridge

An old man, going a lone highway,
Came, at the evening, cold and gray,
To a chasm, vast, and deep, and wide,
Through which was flowing a sullen tide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim;
The sullen stream had no fears for him;
But he turned, when safe on the other side,
And built a bridge to span the tide.
"Old man," said a fellow pilgrim, near,
"You are wasting strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day;
You never again must pass this way;
You have crossed the chasm, deep and wide-
Why build you a bridge at the eventide?"
The builder lifted his old gray head:
"Good friend, in the path I have come," he said,
"There followeth after me today,
A youth, whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm, that has been naught to me,
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be.
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building the bridge for him."
-Will Allen Dromgoole

I thought I would pass this poem along to all of you. I like it.

In Sunday School I look at the little kids that are filling the classroom and hope and pray they don't go through some of the struggles I have faced. I hope that they can watch by my example that some things are better left untouched. I hope when they are my age life has been kind to them and they have no regrets.

So to all that are leading children or young people today, remember we are bridge builders. Let's build some bridges so they don't fall. Just because we survived doesn't mean those that follow us will. Let's make their paths sure. Let's Build a Bridge.

We can make a difference.