As Clear As the Drops of Dew
Last night I dreamed that I saw a tiny girl, fragile and delicate, wearing slippers of devotional blue. We were sitting cross-legged on the floor surrounded by pillows and silks and a young child's toys. Her slippers were adorned with smooth sparkling gems, as clear as the drops of dew which gather in the leaves of Lady's Mantle. There was someone trying to do her harm. She could not hide because her slippers were so beautiful and attracted so much attention. I wanted to save her. I wanted to warn her about her slippers, tell her that she should take them off and hide them. I couldn't tell her. I couldn't save her.
