The Bridge Builder

This poem gave me chills when I first heard it, I hope you will enjoy it as much as I do. Blogger ate the haha post I had planned for today, which is ok because I couldn't decide which I wanted to post. Blogger helped me make the decision, lol. The funny post will still make an appearance, I will just have to slide it in elsewhere, in I perhaps.  So here is one of my favorite poems, enjoy:

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.

Through which was flowing a sullen tide

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 this 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 to-day

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!”

Author Unknown

Be a builder, not a destroyer. Be the change you want to see in this world, be the person you want others to see, be the person you want your children to be. Take five minutes and consider another, if everyone did this can you imagine the world we could live in?

Have you been "the bridge builder" for anyone? Irene Gauthier, the founder of the school I am going to, is my bridge builder, sadly she passed before I could meet her, but she provided an amazing place with an amazing atmosphere and the most wonderful people you could ever meet. Thank you Irene, you were an amazing woman!!!