Night Vision

Last night I returned
to the land of my dreams,
a place filled with beauty
idyllic, serene;
where I walk the cobblestone
streets of yore
while minstrels play softly
beyond my door.
Here townsfolk walk happily
hand in hand
and sing of the bounty
that graces their land.

But this night was different
the streets were dirty and bleak
and a feeling of sadness
came over me.
I tried to awaken
wishing to leave
when I felt a tugging
about my sleeve.

There stood a child
impoverished and meek
with her hand held open
for something to eat.
Her clothes were tattered
no shoes for her feet,
when I begged for her name
she would not speak.

I wondered how in this world
with abundance so rare
could this child go hungry
neglected and bare.
And as her vision faded
into the cool night air,
I heard her whisper...
" My name is Despair ".

~~ Soaring Spirit, @2002 ~~

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"We are given two hands, one to help ourselves and one to care for others".

 

 

 

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