Dyslexic Space
He moved around, like stooped and broken man,
Until he sailed – as sailing man he can
Be nimble – watching, laughing, joking ’round
Instructions give – a re-creation found.His boys arose and met each challenge faced;
Their skills he'd honed, they water-ways embraced;
He wove them into culture of their kin,
And helped each one their place in life begin.For life is tough for all of us these days;
Each needs to feel in life they have their place
To live, and move, and have their being here –
At least one time within each passing year.For some a week or two of holidays,
Gives that refreshment, lifting working days
Of wintertime, when output takes its toll,
So we can give to others life in full.He faces school with vision now enlarged
Of needs he had not grasped – of just how hard
Dyslexics find their academic life,
With ‘gift’ perspective pushing back the strife.There's always folks defining others out;
It starts with words and gestures, raising doubt
About one's right to have some place to live,
Their focus, "Take from life, while others give".I turn that ’round – for when the flow goes out,
Life starts to work, gone quickly mists of doubt;
For life springs up around us – crop's just fine,
What silliness the others’ selfish line.Now, even more, I find perspective here
Gives great relief – assignments bring no fear,
For it's not us, but God who gives the word
To Sally forth, so affirmation's heard.Dyslexics’ stance lets us be here while there;
It's true for all, but it informs our care,
For in our minds we have two views in time,
It lets us love from elsewhere in our mind.navigation