Deep Thoughts, Shallow Brain Part 6

Today I went up to Evanston, Wyoming for work. I set up what they call a "sleep safe bed." For those of you who do not know what those are (I never did) I will explain. It is a special bed that we order in for crippled children. It has padding all around for kids who have seizures quite often, and to prevent fingers from getting pinched. It actually has many different uses in the needs of handicapped children, and they make diferrent variations of them. In some ways it is like a huge specialized crib, but infinitely more complicated and WAY more expensive. It was a neat experience sitting and saying a few words to this little boy before and after we set up his bed. It was neat to see the excitement on his face (as well as his Mom's) after we got it all set up.

What's inside matters most

Many times I see the people, who seem to have it all figured out,
many people want to be them, their fabulous without a doubt.

They have the greatest style; their looks are something great,
they seem the life of the party, they've never been without a date.

Some are envious of their life; they think they’ve surely been blessed,
they always see the things in them, which set them above the rest.

They seem to stand out in a crowd, to be the best ones of the bunch,
their amazing talents and abilities seem to give the knockout punch.

In defining greatness, these things could heavily weigh,
if asked of the people of the world, on any given day.

Maybe I’ve grown older, or maybe my perceptions have changed,
it’s likely I lack the qualities above, but my priorities have rearranged.

I’ve come across some people, who easily had all that and more,
and yet when I looked deep within, I never could see them soar.

The outer greatness can accentuate, if someone is great inside,
but if ugliness lurks deep within, a passing mask is all it can provide.

Today I met a little crippled boy, who did not have all the above,
but when I took a moment to talk to him, I could only feel his love.

I thought I did all the talking, he cannot even say one word,
but, he said so much more to me, than he could have ever heard.

Because he’s not healthy and strong, some may say he’s not great,
but when it comes right down to it, what’s inside carries more weight.

So as I left this little one’s home and journeyed along my way,
I started to think of all the things, I wanted my heart to convey.

I want to be like this little child and talk to more than just ear,
when I look into someone’s eyes, I want their heart to hear.

I want to have his greatness, to do something more than just talk,
to stand at the door of each human heart, and quietly, gently knock.

So once again I’m reminded of how I must strive to live,

to take the love that I’ve been shown, and use it each day to give.