Saturday, March 2, 2013
Who is that crying in the dark of night?
Are they calling out my name?
Is it just the wind in the willow tree?
Or is something else to blame?
It is a child who is hungry,
a child who’s not far away.
A child with a stomachache,
who had nothing to eat today.
There is crying in the dark of night.
They are calling out my name.
They are the voices of my inner self.
They are pointing out my shame.
They are calling me to action,
to help my fellow man.
To give all that is required of me,not just … what I think I can.