He was 10, now , and then
A wonder of speech and sound
Where pundits found punditry "Un profound"
His passion for Christ was Denied Thrice
By the Fifth Grade Teacher
Miss Advice.
Graduation Came for everyone Else.
But Willie was left to dream and conquer.
An Autistic World of Neither Joy nor Sorrow.
He tried but failed,
But Geneese saw he was there.
An Angel In Blackface who once was "White"
And who now was Uncolored.
The clouds cast not a shadow upon her,
For Perfection has NO Reflection.
And we are as Flawed, and thus;
are all equal
"Touch My Hand"
Willie did not comprehend any kindness
And punched out ruthlessly,
Geneese, bled and came to him
weeping bowed, but steel eyed and strong
She took the fist and held it to her heart,
Willie Jerked Back in his Chair,
as the warm red kindness danced from her wounded countenance to his.
As the Spasm Started
He only saw blue and white, and the non existent
Meaning of Life.
Stars Exploded God Was Evident.
Every Physical Nonsense Became
"Non Existent"
Willie Where is Pain?
Willie Where is Existence?
Willie Where are You.?
His Mother went to the emergency room and asked all of these questions and more.
Why was this Bandaged Negro Holding his hand?
And As God Became Love,
As Man Became God
AS with all men
It was with Willie.
He became as we all do
The Sun The Stars, and The Universe.
The Quantum theory of Love
That will Set All of Us Free:
Ultimately:
A tear fell
On a pauper's Grave.
An Autistic Child
Known Only to His Mother.
A priest Invoked
"God will See"
But on this day God was Blinded By Goodness,
For In her hand
There Held a small red flower that was the
Color of dripped blood,
IT was Geneese
Grant
11-08-08