Source: House to House/Heart to Heart, Volume 2, #5
Build Some Bridges
by Will Allen Drumgoogle
An old man, traveling a lone highway,
Came at the evening, cold and gray,
To a chasm vast and deep and wide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim–
The sullen stream had no fear for him;
But he turned, when safe on the other side
And built a bridge to span the tide.
“Old man,” said a pilgrim standing near,
“You are wasting your strength in building here;
Your journey will end with the closing day;
You never again will pass this way.
You have crossed the chasm deep and wide;
Why build this bridge at eventide?”
The builder lifted his old gray head:
“Good friend, in the path I’ve come,” he said,
“There followeth after me today
A youth whose feet must pass this way;
The chasm that has been as naught to me
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be;
He too must cross in the twilight dim–
Good friend, I’m building this bridge for him.”
“O God, thou hast taught me from my youth: and hitherto have I declared thy wondrous works. Now also when I am old and gray-headed, O God, forsake me not; until I have shewed thy strength unto this generation, and thy power to every one that is to come” (Psalm 71:17,18).