What's just beyond this bridge? Where does this trail lead? Do I go down this path or circle back and retreat? Do I camp out here, wondering what I should do? The image of a bridge is a great metaphor for those in my age group -- we are holding onto the generations -- those past as our parents, our families and we reach out towards those that to come. We can bridge those generations or we can not. The only thing we cannot do is to stay where we are. If the generation coming has a "great abyss" in which to explore, we then, are those that bridge that abyss. Or maybe we point the way for the One that does.