The Bridge Builder
by Will Allen Dromgoole
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...
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I clicked over and read the poem, and, oh, my! It is SO good! How very, very true. Those feet that follow in our footsteps! Oh, dear Lord, help us to be ever mindful of their oncoming presence! Thank you for this precious reminder. I hope your Christmas was blessed and that your new year will be healthy and prosperous, my friend. :)
ReplyDeleteI have liked this poem since I first read it, I think in my teens. I'm glad it blessed you too. :-)
DeleteA blessed New Year to you! :-)