--bridge-builder--

i’d like to thank the wise youth who shared the following poem . . .
it touches my spirit in a way none could . . . for it elucidates my soul in a way none has . . .

The Bridge Builder
by Will Allen Dromgoole

An old man, going along the highway,
Came at the evening, cold and gray,
To a chasm, vast and deep and wide,
Through which was flowing a raging 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 your strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the closing day;
You never again will pass this way.
You've crossed the chasm, deep and wide.
Why build you this bridge at even tide?"
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 which has been nought to me,
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be;
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim,
Good friend, I am building this bridge for him."

To all those who are crossing the bridge, do think about and appreciate the builders of the bridge.

To all the bridge-builders, thank you for building the bridge. May we all get to meet again on the Other Side . . .