~~Autumn Dance~~
She stood a short distance from her guardian
at the park this afternoon,
her distinctive features revealing that although her
body blossomed into young adulthood,
her mind would always remain a child's.
My children ran and jumped and sifted sand
through perfect, coordinated fingers.
Caught up in fighting over a shovel,
they didn't notice when the wind changed.
But she did. A wild autumn wind
spinning leaves into amber flurries.
I called to my boisterous son and jostled my daughter.
Time to go.
Mom still has lots to do today.
My rosy-cheeked boy stood tall, watching
withwide-eyed fascination,
the gyrating dance of the Down's Syndrome girl
as she scooped up leaves and showered herself
with a twirling rain of autumn jublilation.
at the park this afternoon,
her distinctive features revealing that although her
body blossomed into young adulthood,
her mind would always remain a child's.
My children ran and jumped and sifted sand
through perfect, coordinated fingers.
Caught up in fighting over a shovel,
they didn't notice when the wind changed.
But she did. A wild autumn wind
spinning leaves into amber flurries.
I called to my boisterous son and jostled my daughter.
Time to go.
Mom still has lots to do today.
My rosy-cheeked boy stood tall, watching
withwide-eyed fascination,
the gyrating dance of the Down's Syndrome girl
as she scooped up leaves and showered herself
with a twirling rain of autumn jublilation.
With each twist and hop she sang deep,earthly grunts ~
a canticle of praise meant for the One whose
breath causes the leaves to tremble from the trees.
Hurry up! Let's go!
Seat belts on? I started the car.
In the rearview mirror, I studied her one more time
through my misty eyes. And then the tears came.
Not tears of pity for her ~ the tears are for me.
For I am far too sophisticated to publicly shout
praises to my Creator.
I am whole and intelligent and normal, and so I weep
because I will never know the severe mercy that frees
such a child and bids her to come dance in the
autumn leaves.
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~Author Known to God~
(Sharing for His Glory!)
"God's peace is joy resting.
His joy is peace dancing."
F. F. Bruce
a canticle of praise meant for the One whose
breath causes the leaves to tremble from the trees.
Hurry up! Let's go!
Seat belts on? I started the car.
In the rearview mirror, I studied her one more time
through my misty eyes. And then the tears came.
Not tears of pity for her ~ the tears are for me.
For I am far too sophisticated to publicly shout
praises to my Creator.
I am whole and intelligent and normal, and so I weep
because I will never know the severe mercy that frees
such a child and bids her to come dance in the
autumn leaves.
><
~Author Known to God~
(Sharing for His Glory!)
"God's peace is joy resting.
His joy is peace dancing."
F. F. Bruce
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