Ode
to Autism (and Patrick)
I barely know you.
You are so like a small stuffed teddy bear. Who are you inside those seams? With what are you stuffed? Where are your dreams and plans? Whose hearts are aching for you to think and converse and talk about your
world? Would you exuberantly tell
of new shapes, pure sounds, and vibrant colors if we unzipped you?
Has your world oft times been painful and
muddled? Forgive me for wondering,
but I think of you often and pray that God in His mercy talks your language and has a special place
beside Him that only you know about.
If we live forever when we die, (and that’s a
long time), then our short time on earth can only be a place the wisdom of
innocence wins over the wisdom of the world.
In ny own wisdom it seems to me that you’ve been
denied a full and happy life, but
what do I know? Maybe your joy is
inexpressible.
Anyway little Teddy, full of stuffing’s, and
such, please know somehow that you are dearly loved no matter how much of yourself
has worn away.
Reveille Kennedy
