1.
Part of proving faithful in the little things is
We build bridges for those who come behind
An
old man, going a lone highway,
Came at the evening, old 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 past this way;
You have crossed the chasm, deep and wide -
Why build you the 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."
The
Bridge Builder,
Will Allen Dromgoole
