Looking around I saw naught here I want to see.
This Earth, such a frightening place to be.
But I remember, angels song, and glory's light.
I lived in Father's love, and Brother's sight.
I remember safety in spirits and soul's known,
here evil dwells and has found a home.
Within I can hear assurances whispered low
and can abide until it's time to go.
Within I am safe, peeking out only for love,
prefering otherwise to seek memories of above.
I do it not to hurt the hearts who care,
or lives of those that here I share.
I do it because it's the only way I can cope.
Living inside, it's my only hope.
Author notes
Dedicated to Loren and Julie John, and son Brian. Thier autistic angel safely home. And to all the other parents of children who live within.
A contest entry
- Autism, Poverty and Hope by melphleg.
950 points, ended June 28, 2008, 11 entries
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Encouraging piece you've written. I'm sure your friends appreciated it. I hope mine does.
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