Carpets of Expectations
Unfortunate though his physical condition, tarred to a mechanical chair that is mocked by fools, his daily glee compliments his appreciation for life. Deprived of pleasures that would carve smiles upon his face at the thought of ability to experience, he yet obtains dignity in his stare when communicating with others, for embarrassment fails to puncture the lattice of hope that quilts his eyes with comfort. He is a unique being, unlike any other who struts upon the carpets of expectations from God, and the heart that he is blessed with weighs more upon the scale of divinity than does beauty of skin. He knows, as do I, that a person's skin tans in the summer and becomes pallid in the winter, but the soul is unchangeable, for it is written in a language known only to its self and in an ink bled from its own blood. The scriptures that Mark the pages of his soul are of benevolent significance, written in iron pen.
-FMG
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