O how they creep upon you, their tiny hands and feet!
All toothy grin and laughing, the world, a wondrous treat.
For now the bedroom, sleeping, at last, the day, retreat,
My love, these little munchkins! Angels and monsters meet.😃
World apart it seems, who can reach him there?
Others trawl the earth, while his thoughts leap through the air.
Up where the treetops touching, the feet of He who cares,
Apart but never lonely, with God, he makes a pair.
ASD, Autistic Spectrum Disorder
Scattered, lay her children, upon the cold wet floor,
Rain and wind had stolen them, at her arms, they tore.
Who will console this mother, her young return once more?
Gently, the Saviour gathers, her pride of leaves restore.
Spirit quite unbridled, he’s shorter than he seems,
Slow is the world around him, quick ahead he steams.
Ideas none too bold for him; his mind, no prison holds,
Reaching the moon, so easy a task! My boy simply stands tiptoe.
Like a Child
Have you found again that treasure,
All forsaking, to possess?
Feel quiet embers fan back to life,
Become like a child again.
“The kingdom of heaven is like a treasure buried in a field, which a person finds and hides again, and out of joy goes and sells all that he has and buys that field.”
~ Matthew 13:44
So lowly, the child with special needs,
His young days often dark, so bleak,
But faith keeping, the Mother most meek,
Whose own Son did die, yet rose from his sleep.
Solemnity of the Blessed Virgin Mary, The Mother of God
New Year’s Day
January 1, 2014
See also “The Rainbow Tree” (http://danfrugalberg.com/2013/11/14/the-rainbow-tree/).