Building Bridges

My dream,
To build a great bridge,
Able to bear all and sundry,
Leaving none at the threshold.

I build a bridge of dreams,
To ferry away tears and sorrow,
To cross vast rivers and enclaves,
To cross over boundaries; invisible battle lines.

For each brick I lay,
For each rod I bend,
I intertwine with existing forms,
Framework set in place
By those gone before me.

I lay mortar on each brick,
As the wall comes up, I recall,
This wall has come up before,
This bridge had been completed.
Once more I build,
I rebuild.
Then wonder,
Will it be in ruins again?
Who will do it this time?
Will this be in vain?
I hope not.
I pray not.