Let’s build bridges here
and there
Or sometimes, just a
spiral stair
That we may come somewhat
abreast
And sense what cannot be
exprest,
And by these measures can
be found
A meeting place—a common
ground
Nearer the reaches of the
heart
Where truth revealed,
stands clear, apart;
With understanding come to
know
What laughing lips will
never show:
How tears and torturing
distress
May masquerade as
happiness:
Then you will know when my
heart’s aching
And I when yours is slowly
breaking.
Commune—The altars will
reveal. . .
We then shall be impulsed
to kneel
And send a prayer upon its
way
For those who wear the
thorns today.
Oh, let’s build bridges
everywhere
And span the gulf of
challenge there.
Georgia
Douglas Johnson, “Interracial,” Phylon
5/2 (2nd Quarter, 1944): 188
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