(From The Dream – To The Vision)
I dreamed I stood in a studio and watched three sculptures there.
The clay they used was a young child’s mind and they fashioned it with care. One was a teacher; the tools she used were books and music and art.
And one was a parent with a guiding hand and loving heart. The third was a community member with encouraging words and supportive hands.
Day after day the teacher toiled with touch that was deft and sure, while the parent labored by her side and polished and smoothed it o’re.
The community member’s hand was at each of their backs to enhance their efforts, add shine and prevent any falls through the cracks.
And when at last their task was done, they were proud of what they'd wrought for the things they’d molded into the child could neither be sold nor bought.
And each agreed he would have failed if he had worked alone. For behind the parent stood the school and behind the teacher, stood the home & behind them both stood the Community.
