July 5th, 2008 9:36 AM by Lehel Szucs
The Bridge Builder
An old man going 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 fellow pilgrim near, "You are wasting your strength with building here; your journey will end with the ending day. You never again will pass this way. You've crossed the chasm, deep and wide, why build a bridge at evening tide?"
The builder lifted his old gray head; "Good friend in the path I have come", he said, "there followed after me today a youth whose feet must pass this way. This 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 am building this bridge for him!"
- Will Allen Dromgoole