Timmy

I met a wonderful young man one day.

He was in a wheelchair from what

Cerebral Palsy had taken away.

His speech was slurred yet so hard he tried.

I could feel a wonderful Soul deep inside.

He looked at me and I said, “Hello, I’m Stan.”

I felt his energy as he touched my hand.

No purer spirit has ever touched me.

Deep in his soul I saw things that were free.

Even though he can’t get up and walk

and even though he can barely talk,

I knew he had wisdom that surpassed many man.

I felt it go through me when he touched my hand.

I looked at his eyes and deep inside I did see

his spirit swimming in infinity.

So when you look at someone that has a so-called defect,

look past the physical for the love to detect.

Then you might find what “Timmy” showed  me.

We don’t have to be perfect to be truly free.

His energy abounds in infinite bliss,

bringing him love so many do miss.

For my friend Charlie Nichols

and his beautiful Son,

“TIMMY”

(Since I wrote this Timmy and Charlie have passed away.

But I’m keeping it here as a tribute to them.)
Stanley Victor Paskavich