God inspires thought in many fields
his thoughts - my hands, my eyes as
he flutters about. there are many who
frown and back away as if a disease
was about. as if they could catch such
love - what is normal to one is odd to
many and what is odd to one is normal
my job, as simple as it may be, is to
keep him safe. able to do what i can
not. i know little but i know his love
shrouded as he may be.
