Vision Of Tomorrow

He walks on three legs,
and has the vision of tomorrow
A solitude no other man can experience.
Knowing of what will be, and the desire to change what is
Softly spoken, and those who believe listens.
To his crystal ball, and his healing power through his hand shake
For a pain which swells within his mind.
Foreseeing a vision of one he just met
To prepare the unexplored, and turnabout the changes.
Listen if you may, for his powers are great
For he has stepped beyond a line where few experience,
And his vision of tomorrow is a tremendous gift indeed,
But it is a lonely place to be.

by Susan Rickerl

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