Power

May 29

POWER

When power arrives, it comes complete with blindfold, mask and lullaby.  I am blinded to what effect I have.  Others cannot see me, only the unchanging masquerade covering my face.  All my fears and apprehensions are soothed by the melody singing in my ear.  I am possessed.  The hard thump of the bottom reaching up to get me is my sole hope of release.  I can’t reason my way back from a trip with power; the isolation is too far-reaching, my senses numbed, my thinking biased.  Salvation as a cold smack is the jolt required.  Fire takes fire; power takes the same.

Draw your own lines then color out of them.

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Black & Dedication

The brand of equipment endorsed by my Higher Power

is built so that my hand is clasped inside

lest I feel alone or unaided.

A closed mouth and an open mind work very well

when I can manage either of them

and Step 10 works when I can’t.

I am usually the problem in my life

but I am always the solution. 

Others may change and contribute;

I am the one and only one, responsible for my happiness.

Dropping blame from my vocabulary and adding responsibility,

learning to differentiate between what is mine and what is yours;

these tools are keys and they open worlds of possibility to me.

Also they shut out the demons of wrong thinking,

wrong acting and desperation, which used to plague me.

There are still greater tools I yearn for

but like everything I must be patient

and build my muscles to handle the heavier machinery.

You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

http://www.amazon.com/Sober-On-The-Way-Sane/dp/1440417342/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576888&sr=8-1&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane

http://www.amazon.com/More-Lines-From-My-Life/dp/1448677203/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576956&sr=8-1&keywords=More+Lines+From+My+Life

Hawaiian Graffiti

August 9

HAWAIIAN GRAFFITI

White pebbles spell themselves across the black of lava grown cold.  Personal announcements proclaim love, school pride, religious freedom.  The care of placement and consideration of design make the roadside an ongoing mineral memo.  What message would I care to share?  What words would prompt me to bring a pail of crushed marble to the edge of the road?  Is there a truth so urgent I would take time from paradise to spell it out?  A few more miles and I see the words I live by strewn down the thoroughfare, “it works if you work it.”

Joint your possibilities.

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Pick up Your Hammer and Saw

The task infers the tool, I know this,

yet I resist clearly mapping my insanity.

I look into the well of my despair

then quickly I look away,

I fear informing God what I need

lest the need be filled.

I need to believe that a power will heal me,

but if I am provided with the force of life,

I shrink from the prospect.

This too, must be added to the list

of my emotional woes and mental shortages.

This too, will be healed.

I look at my problems

and then realize, that like the moon,

who pulls the water from dry shore to dry shore,

solutions are installed in heaven and earth

if I know what the problem is.

Power

May 29

POWER

When power arrives, it comes complete with blindfold, mask and lullaby.  I am blinded to what effect I have.  Others cannot see me, only the unchanging masquerade covering my face.  All my fears and apprehensions are soothed by the melody singing in my ear.  I am possessed.  The hard thump of the bottom reaching up to get me is my sole hope of release.  I can’t reason my way back from a trip with power; the isolation is too far-reaching, my senses numbed, my thinking biased.  Salvation as a cold smack is the jolt required.  Fire takes fire; power takes the same.

Draw your own lines then color out of them.

*

Black & Dedication

The brand of equipment endorsed by my Higher Power

is built so that my hand is clasped inside

lest I feel alone or unaided.

A closed mouth and an open mind work very well

when I can manage either of them

and Step 10 works when I can’t.

I am usually the problem in my life

but I am always the solution. 

Others may change and contribute;

I am the one and only one, responsible for my happiness.

Dropping blame from my vocabulary and adding responsibility,

learning to differentiate between what is mine and what is yours;

these tools are keys and they open worlds of possibility to me.

Also they shut out the demons of wrong thinking,

wrong acting and desperation, which used to plague me.

There are still greater tools I yearn for

but like everything I must be patient

and build my muscles to handle the heavier machinery.