Some autistic angels tread on earth
And all those whose lives flow clean
Take notice and help them and their parents.
The time-worn stones smile at them
And the moon flaps her wings to show her love.
When I see an enigmatic smile on the lips
Of a non-verbal autistic angel,
Surges of joy rise in my heart.
I hold his hand and all my senses
Feel the positive energy flowing in his veins.
I look into his eyes and I see
Reflections of the cosmos in colors magnificent.
All my sorrows melt like mounds of snow
And I am slowly transported in his world,
A world of innocence, charms and beauties unparalleled.
I no longer oscillate between doubt and despair,
I feel new vistas opening, overflowing
All the cells of my body with love.
For hours, we hold mute conference
And we feel so enlivened, so enriched.
It is a blessing to have an autistic angel.
The pen metamorphoses into a brush
And the brush into a pen.
They are so eye-opening, a vortex of peace
Where there is no place for rivalry,
Division and sub-division ending in war.
Let our colors flow into the colors
Of autistic angels who are so often misunderstood.
Life is a journey and in innumerable guises
Autistic angels portray the reasons for living,
A life full of love, compassion and forgiveness and understanding.