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