December 17
POPCORN FLAVORED LOLLIPOP
I can’t know it. I
can’t believe it. The world of popcorn
flavored lollipops is now being visited upon me. Both a surprise and a comfort, a popcorn
flavored lollipop is given to me by the gas station attendant. A blast of sugar and salt waken my
tongue. What can a mind do in the face
of a buttered, salted bonbon on a stick?
I wouldn’t have thought of it, not in a million years. This is somehow a source of hope to me. There are open-minded people living in the
world around me. I often pray for
creative thinking on the part of my Higher Power; I inadvertently dismiss the
populace who is producing prodigies of ingenious originality and cunning. I want the world to be gifted with what
sobriety has given me. Candy is not
world peace but many great things start with a little sweetness.
Real rules can’t
be broken.
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Not My Best Friend
No matter how tightly I hug a lump of coal
I will not prevail in turning it into a diamond.
Some days I accept this better than others.
My desire may affect the coal,
but this affect is not diamond producing;
though it is stress producing.
I know it stresses me and chills me to the bone.
I had thought of coal as warming,
but the disparate love of coal proves to be anything but.
I have pinned my hopes
on what this lump had the potential to become
rather than acceptance of what it is and now.
I see I must light my own fire
and know the coal is not mine.
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane
and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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