I saw a friend of mine posting on facebook, "What is disability to you?" It got me thinking. When you see a young man on a wheelchair, a blind man on the street, a little girl with Down Syndrome, your neighbour who has lost a limb, does disability rings out boomingly loud across your brains?
Well, most of us would react that way when we see someone or something that appeared different from us. We would call them abnormal, handicapped or disabled and most of the time, we would shun them or run away.
I am brought to mind this vibrant young lady that I met in South Africa. We performed together in a musical play. She not only danced passionately in her crutches but she was so full of life and determination that I was put to shame! That's when I saw that she was not disabled, just slightly different and way more beautiful than many of us. Her soul was a shining gem!
I would like to dedicate this poem I wrote few years ago to those who are born different, handicapped or disabled as society calls but nevertheless perfect in the eyes of God, mentally challenged or perhaps just an underdog who feels like an outcast!
Here's to you:
Imperfect is Perfect
Irregular lines are beautiful
Stains patterned the most unique tapestry
A crooked nose
A smaller eye
An extra thumb
Behold the uniqueness that many despise
The tears of the blind
The moaning of the dumb
The silence of the deaf
Look beyond the physical shell
That hides the beauty of the soul
And reach for the diamonds within
The brokenness of a widow
The death of an unborn child
The limb that no longer exists
The dappled things in life
They are extraordinarily beautiful
If only you will see
And you just might find
The treasure buried inside
In each and every being called human
In each and everything that exists
And grasp the precious gem
The untainted cavern that we can go
The hole that shouts
Imperfect is perfect