January 20
BECAUSE
Because I am my father’s child, I make my attendance at
meetings frequent and regular. Having
looked deeply in the genetic mirror, I see so many bitter days. I’ve run from the implications and sheltered
in the steps. The humility that saved my
life is the understanding I am no different from my family. And, since this is a progressive disease we
all have, I will just get there faster.
Knowing who I can be helps me turn my will over and keeps me grasping my
Higher Power’s belt loop. All I am turns
in every direction and can pull or push, lift or fall. I know my assets and I know their power and
their limitations. All my hope is placed
on a plan to use these resources. I
follow the only lead which has never promised more than it can deliver.
Be your own loving
parent.
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What Is A Sheep To Do?
Things are bad out there.
I see the trouble as I circle within the flock.
Many of us whisper to each other as we pass.
How can I create lasting change?
Is there something helpful
that will not separate me from my precious life,
something that will not make me prey
to the vultures before I even realize that I’m dead?
How can I live and strive
while the wolves hold the hilltops?
Is the choice merely, one death or the other?
Is there an as yet unseen path?
Can I find it
while maintaining my place in this congregation?
What is a sheep to do?
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane
and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
