To the naked eye
He is frail
Attached to the confines
Of a wheelchair
Without words
As mechanical air
Pumps through his pulse
Once a tall and standing figure
A teacher surrounded by children
Craving answers
Came the onset of disease
Striking hard his bones and breath
Deliberate in destroying his will
But he never wilted or withered away
Definitely dares to find a cure
At every curve in the road
Speech and sudden movement gone
Elapsed in time from the effects
Of what goes on trying to steal his strength
But never securing a hold on his soul
There is a purity to his purpose
And a reflective light that he casts
As he rolls past the parade of well wishes
In the sunlit streets and cloudy corridors
Of each and every day
Determined to cover ground
And find ground breaking hope
For those who suffer in silent fear
Of no longer voicing their dreams
Or standing at a daughter's wedding
Or believing a cure is near
What miraculous gift he gives
On display and onward rolling
To the beat of his incredible heart
The world watching his wheeling wish
His healing spirit
Still, he teaches
As each day he is put to the test
And comes across with flying colors
Of humility, promise and faith
Instructing us to be better ourselves
And join in the race for life
The last three words say it all RACE FOR LIFE! What an inspiring man, both as one dedicated to teaching the young in his career and now teaching the young, the old, everyone, how to deal with misfortune. I am in awe of his courage. Thank you for this poem - the long skinny lines seemed to be like Chris, they kept on moving forward, unwilling to admit the race is over, determined to keep moving as an example - amazing witness to H-O-P-E
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fine poem about a fine being! blessings