Once Upon A Time

Once upon a time there was a desert
Sand buries quickly there

Hot sand
Burning sand
Scratchy sand between toes

Then
Stumbling upon empty bones in a dry well
I rest

My precious child by my side
Air burns our throats
Despair surrounds us
My thoughts are bowed down within
Falling I look upward
My child and I
She is stone silent
Awkward gait
Seizures taking her mind

Breathe once- exhaling

Sudden change envelopes us
She runs without falling
Health returns to those empty bones

No more dry wells
God restoring my child
And my heart
Selah

She flies like a eagle
As she speaks words and phrases
Unheard

My child had autism
But autism never ever had her

Healed and whole
My child never
returns to the desert I call Autism
Valley of Achor no more

Angela Utley

Note:Valley of Achor is know as Valley of Trouble

This poem was written after my daughter was taken off the Autism spectrum. Totally unexpected miracle of God. To him I give abosolute credit and glory . God is faithful to hear us;compassionate to heal us. May the God I hold so dear touch your life.