This chance world of unfolding spectacle:
Exploding stars, eroding canyons,
Inclement weather
And that extra chromosome and unmistakable phenotype
Of supple limbs, protruding tongue
And those sweet almond eyes…
An accident that touches every cell
Of the body host.
Once like unfit runts, suffering, dying.
And now aborted or persevering into the
Caustic womb of institutions or into a world indifferent:
Save that special – olympic –weekend,
And us.
And we that live with them, and counsel them, and teach them,
Have a little time for the dark side and the Mystery.
Our passion is in helping. And so we help and help too much.
We hope for them, fear for them, idealize or dismiss them,
Become frustrated or intolerant,
Learn compassion and letting go…
And slowly come to know
That by their sacrifice and imperfection they teach us,
Move us,
Mold us.
A transverse crease upon the hand of God.
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