Violet, Slate Blue and Red

Sometimes words travel through me that I cannot claim ownership of. They are inspired by people or stories that touch me and they write themselves. I always give them to the people who inspire them as gifts. I consider those people gifts in my life as well for touching me, teaching me, and moving me in a way that causes words to come from within that never would have come on their own.

This post was inspired by a post called 'A Few Thoughts' on a blog called Emma's Hope Book. Here is the link to the post. http://emmashopebook.com/2013/08/12/a-few-thoughts/

I follow an Autism activist on twitter, @leah_kelley and she lead me to this post and many other wonderful blogs which are so enlightening and eye opening that I could go on here for days....

The point of this post however is to celebrate Emma and her Mom, Ariane and this wonderful story.

 

VIOLET, SLATE BLUE, AND RED

 

why would her laughter

sound any different than theirs?

why would her smile

do anything but fill your heart?

she feels and thinks and dreams and sings

though maybe not just like you

but my voice doesn’t sound like yours either

is my song any less beautiful?

there is hope in her smile to celebrate

simply because it is

and victories that are hard fought and won

pave the steps on this road

there are moments when there are no words to describe

the feelings that take hold

when the unimaginable happens

the things that cannot be explained

there is magic in a word

in a thought, in a look

lifetimes are lived

on days like this

there is healing that comes

in the simplest way

why not just celebrate

moments like these

vivid pictures, experiences

that added up are the pieces of a life

a life lived with wonder and amazement

with eyes open wide

not questioning the how or the why

but standing in awe of what is

a reverence to hope

and thankful for the gift

this isn’t a place for wallowing

for creating pictures dark and grey

it’s a place for painting rainbows

of violet, slate blue, and red