Somewhere along a distant shore a child walks with eyes that burn. She sees everything, from the mother dog and pup searching through garbage for food, to the tangle of fishing line in the sea grapes. She takes in the details, both beautiful and terrible. She braces through flood of feeling.

At home, she cannot speak of it. At school, she fears response. In her heart, there is a passion for the world. Her talent is on the edge of immeasurable.

Would that we could say to her, "Be true" ... to tell her this flood might someday sustain her, become career.

We in the world are waiting for her wisdom. She needs only the path, and the courage, and the chance. This is a gift we can give.