An Innocent Ism

A child born with an innocent ism,
a whirlwind of emotions that sweep anything
that comes in its path
and as if its not enough
the barbed wires surround this whirlwind
make this journey an anxieties call
upon the restless parents ...

who are bewildered, outwitted, outrun & exhausted by something of their own creation.

The doctors have their opinion and diagnosis ready. It has many names: Autism, Bipolar Disorder, Mental retardation, or ADD - the list is endless and meaningless.
Whatever name it has, still it's a life made in precious love.

Subjected to raised eyebrows, hushed tones, whispers, onlookers looking on with infinite patience to pity, compare and weave a sigh.

Sneers and jeers, who knew laughter could also hurt and draw blood, ohh what it takes to be a parent of a child born with this innocent ism. No one can ever know, no one can even dare unless its their turn to wear the shoes
and come to know its price.

The race continues from one doctor to the other, its like getting a hearing of a case in a court of law.
One pleads and pleads for justice, forgiveness, mercy, light ...long discussions go on about a life so new, so bright and full of colour, almost as if it was a mistake of someone.
Did God do wrong somewhere or was it the parents fault?
Were the genes not allright? the questions are endless.

It takes a time for this whirlwind to be settled and be calm, the path set ruffled and unsettled is set to create something new in return.

The giving's take all patience and lots of gentle care, the receiving is not easy but let no one be mistaken...

for every pain and trouble caused, for every tear shed and sleepless night this pure, innocent light has something so special held in its closed fist of hand..
something that no force can open up and see..
not with all its hardness and might

it only opens up with love, devotion & gentle care,
but once its open, reveals its treasure share...
a love so giving, unconditional and expanding that nothing can measure up in return of it, no richness, however big can buy this joyful share.

God knows His way, like a skillful farmer,
some seeds He plants in such a way
that it takes a love, honest, open and unconditional, to break open this seed and let it sprout out to life and once its done, there is no turning back.

A childhood born with an innocent ism
turns into a Tree of Bliss & Joy,
inspiring, awakening one and all
to do their share and just be kind and open
to be their best in matters of heart
so God can work His way.

If only we'd be this open
to Gods Love and Light.
the world can become a safe heaven
for every child and adult alike.