Blessed are the pure in spirit
They are like the cleanest water in a tormenting desert
They surely will be there for all
Discriminate against none
And hate not on any
It is a day to wire bells of empathy for a lifetime
II
He who said broken seeds feed not
Has never known hunger
He who said different seeds need no space
Is like a heavy wall caging development in archaism
For difference is the creator’s art of specialization
It is a day to tattoo reasoning on working minds
III
Let’s let our hearts see in feeling
Let’s let our minds mind in mending
Let’s let our hands handle in helping
For a different seed today may be the biggest tree tomorrow
And in autism lies special talents begging to be harnessed
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 2, 2018
