Down's distorted features
Surround dull, brown, walk-man eyes.
Trapped in God's Picasso is
An astounding purity and simplicity.
Love is resides in an unassuming
Flattened face an a heart that beats
And skips a beat and bleats
"I love you."
Gnarled fingers and flapping hands
Keep time to an inner drum
Hunched shoulders rock to a low hum
Of an invisible didgeridoo.
A mind asleep in time, with no yesterdays,
Only todays that bring tommorrows.
The Cydonian face lives for now.
Ah, the smell of rusty rue is sweet.
A puddle of light flickers
As God invades space and time.
Sentient human beings
Find the beauty in God's Picasso.
Dedicated to Tanya, my Down's Syndrome sister.
