“A little child on a summer morning stood in a great cathedral church. The sunlight streamed through the beautiful stained glass windows and the figures in them of the servants of God were bright with brilliant color. A little later the question was asked, ‘what is a saint.’? The little child replied, a saint is a person who lets the light shine through.” - Anonymous
The Bridge Builder
“An old man traveling 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 held no fears for him;
But he turned when safe on the other side,
And builded a bridge to span the tide.
‘Old man,’ cried a fellow pilgrim near,
‘You’re wasting your time in building here.
Your journey will end with the closing day;
You never again will pass this way.
You have 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 follows after me today,
A youth whose feet must pass this way,
This stream which has been as naught to me,
To that fair-haired youth may pitfall be;
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim –
Good friend, I am building this bridge for him!’”
With love, in love and through love to you.