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 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."
Larry Moody
9/10/2012 02:15:21 am

I cannot thank you enough. I first encountered The Bridge Builder at the ripe young age of 18 while at college at the Univ. of Florida. Published in Cross and Crescent, as I recall. It has been a guidepost for my life and my career. Now 61 and retired from engineering, it is still an ever present part of my new avocation focused on autism.
Yours in ZAX, EMZ844

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