Some autistic angel tread on earth
And all those whose life flows 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 hands and all my senses
Feel the positive energy flowing in my veins.
I look into their 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 their 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.