In Honor of World Poetry Day- March 21, 2014
The snow falls softly to the earth.
It leaves a beautiful white dusting over everything.
It is white of the purest kind.
I reach out to touch it.
It defies me.
It says, “Stay inside.”
EACH DAY WITH AUTISM
Touches of the searching God
My heart laughs.
I teach one soul to accept God.
I wait for speech.
Invest in one who peacefully teaches you.
Teach one another of sharing truths.
I am each day autistic.
I see His tenacious love.
Talk is only seeking the personality.
Words written in ink test the soul.