Thursday, October 08, 2009



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.”
Will Allen Dromgoole

Simply put, this poem speaks of each generation’s responsibilities to its successors.
It is not just about us-ourselves-and-we; it’s also about generations to come after us, who will have a chance for a better life if we take responsibility today.
My time will pass, and yours too – but the collective history of our times will remain. What will that history read years from now?
Take the world, make it a better place: for me, and for you, and the entire human race.
Deliver the future, shall we?
(This is for Tommy Israel Etim who was a year older on Tuesday, and who built me a bridge and then carried me across it. Yotomi, I love you!)


  1. This is convicting. We should truly work to make society better for future generations. I love it.

  2. Fine,i'm reading this 10days after it was posted but then,its kinda(imagine,i learnt this from you;good or bad influence?)perfect.Twas the summary of today's service too.Guy,this is short and cute,at least.....(i'll fill the gap when you ask).thankabunch.welldone my friendship.