That Ticking Clock
I hate that ticking ticking ticking ticking!!!
Does it have to tick?!?
I tear it off the wall,
I tear off the cover,
I look inside
I tear it apart
What have I achieved?
No more ticking
– in the silence I hear a sound! In the dark, I wonder what that sound is?!? What time is it? I look, the clock is gone?!? Just then I remember ! And look at the pile of springs and gears on the floor!
I tear my house off the wall,
I tear off the back cover
I look inside
I tear my house apart!!!
Outside in the cold I hear branches rustling, and dry leaves crackling!!!
What is THAT sound?!!?
I turn to run into the safety of my home… it’s a pile of rubble… and now…
I tear the world off the wall…
Somebody beside me says,
Hey!?!? What do you think you’re doing?!?
Stammering I say… “do you have the time?”
Ashton’s Prayer:
Dear Father;
Thanks for speaking through my Mom and Dad. Your words are more strong than any voice in the world. The president might be powerful with his armies of 10 million, but you wield nothing more than an army of infinity within your grasp… you can tame demons… I mean you can tame any fallen angel, ANY one who strays too far from their path. You fune lay down your arms and saying : “I bless this world by giving my son, to you, so he may die on the cross, you bring peace through all our Christian hearts. We love that! So, thank you very much, Sir, and may your life flourish through our own hearts and minds as well as our spirits and souls, Jesus name we pray, Amen
Ashton’s closing word:
…but in reality we’re both Autistic, in one another, I mean, I happen to have mysteries (touching his chest with his hand) I don’t know, but you have mysteries that you don’t know…
