October 4
Have Faith
Strange and wonderful tragedy takes you away from me and I
don’t know how it is that you return, but you do and I thank G-d, but I’m not
sure it was G-d’s idea that you went away or that you came back, though, I am
sure, He missed you every bit as much as I did.
I revolve the freshness of you in my mouth like candy; I swirl, but
don’t want to crack it open. Honeymoons
are for people who live comprehendible lives; we fly to each other and cling
like raptors plummeting to the ground.
You leave your mark upon me I do the same for you; we are none the worse
for the wear. I stand in the gush from
the hydrant, soaked in the pleasure, forgoing the safety. The world may burn down again tomorrow, I
remember that it has before, but I am wiser for the singeing and weathered with
soot in my eyes and charcoal piled roundabout my legs, yet I’m still standing
and you are back from the dead and I think of you as Lazarus. And now we will live the comedy for life is
what lay ahead, we took the hit of death before its time and so must be off the
hook for the rest.
Try not to long for
Santa
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FISHING FOR CONTENTMENT
Fishing for contentment
Is a wonderful past time.
But what is used for bait?
Is there a delicacy
To dangle before contentment
To lure it into my life?
Can I crumble the best biscotti
And leave a trail to my door?
I don’t believe contentment
Swims around waiting to be caught.
I think it’s more like the wild yeast
That finds its way to my starter.
If I put the ingredients in my life
Contentment will rise to the occasion.
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to
Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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