A Little Extra Hope

October 2

A LITTLE EXTRA HOPE

“What will you do with a little extra hope?” asked my quizzical sponsor.

“What good is a little hope?” my retort.

“A little hope got you sober.  What can you do with a little more?  Could you take out your dreams and fly them on a breeze?  Could you throw yourself into a wave of intention and see if you can ride it out?  Breathe easier, smile broader?  Take my hand tighter and walk the road awhile longer before you run for refuge?  Now let me ask you a better question.  What couldn’t you do with a little more hope?”

“Fail.”

Wash as a meditation.

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Sackcloth

Tragedy is a tale unfinished.

Life is far longer than calamity can endure.

I will not give up, not even when hope is lost.

For life carries forward;

more is filled with optimism.

Threads break, but the fabric is woven still,

flowing off the living loom waiting to be used.

I will cut my swath and fashion a garment to wear

and if sometimes it is filled with ashes

I will sit and grieve

all the while knowing that this is never the stories end.

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

Sackcloth

October 3

Sackcloth

Tragedy is a tale unfinished.  Life is far longer than calamity can endure.  I will not give up, not even when hope is lost, for life carries forward; more is filled with optimism.  Threads break, but the fabric is woven still, flowing off the living loom waiting to be used.  I will cut my swath and fashion a garment to wear and if sometimes it is filled with ashes I will sit and grieve all the while knowing that this is never the stories end.

See through your own shades

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AMENDS

Amends is about truth and change.

The relationships of my past

Were places of little truth

And even less change.

I tried to be nice----not honest

I tried to keep things going

Even when they needed to die.

Making amends has ended

Most of my relationships from the past.

A quick 10^th step keeps me

From starting too many new ones.

Good healthy relationships

Require time and attention

So this necessitates a short list.

Sometimes I wish for more quantity

But I realize in sobriety

I cannot accept less quality.

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

http://www.amazon.com/More-Sober-The-Way-Sane/dp/144141231X/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1374072329&sr=8-3&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane

http://www.amazon.com/Lines-My-Life-Sherrie-Theriault/dp/1448652820/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1374072576&sr=1-1&keywords=Lines+from+my+life%2C+Sherrie+theriault

A Little Extra Hope

October 2

A LITTLE EXTRA HOPE

“What will you do with a little extra hope?” asked my quizzical sponsor.

“What good is a little hope?” my retort.

“A little hope got you sober.  What can you do with a little more?  Could you take out your dreams and fly them on a breeze?  Could you throw yourself into a wave of intention and see if you can ride it out?  Breathe easier, smile broader?  Take my hand tighter and walk the road awhile longer before you run for refuge?  Now let me ask you a better question.  What couldn’t you do with a little more hope?”

“Fail.”

Wash as a meditation.

*

Sackcloth

Tragedy is a tale unfinished.

Life is far longer than calamity can endure.

I will not give up, not even when hope is lost.

For life carries forward;

more is filled with optimism.

Threads break, but the fabric is woven still,

flowing off the living loom waiting to be used.

I will cut my swath and fashion a garment to wear

and if sometimes it is filled with ashes

I will sit and grieve

all the while knowing that this is never the stories end.