Marian

January 6

MARIAN

Even if the whole world was created in a cipher and whirls off into nothingness, this is still not a commentary on the existence of God.  We have today.  For this moment of sobriety there is a power greater than my despair, my apprehension and it builds with me a home from the bricks of my optimism.  Partnership is no prevention of inhospitable endings but is a temporary relief from desperate loneliness.  The tired struggle of guaranteeing niceness spills my energy, scraping from each 24 the marrow so necessary.  My open palm saves me from grasping, my open mind from grappling; I rid myself of tiny gods in tiny heavens where I do not reside.  Let the blades of grass probe between my toes; there is beauty for me to see, love to hold, hope to float.  Where this train originated and whatever its destination, it’s in my station now and I am grateful to be on board.

Leave your outgrown shell for the sea to take

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Hand Me Down Pain

You have sent a cold thing into my heart

it causes my feet to move me away from you.

It need not be spoken of this is a thing of ice and lead.

Words are no help here

action is the only cure.

Eternity can be spent

with a soul bisected by slivers.

Stepping the willing way to joy and freedom

seems so unlikely from this frosty local.

Make my mind up I must.

Close my eyes and move forward.

I will leave your pain behind me

I hope not to have to leave you.

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

Pretty Girls

December 17

Pretty Girls

Pretty girls seem to live by separate rules, but I don’t know why.  The world is filled with people and rules, crazy circumstances and the uniformity of exception.  The where and what for, of arbitrary allowance to be regulated based on symmetry or fashion strikes me as odd, beyond survival and this may explain so very much.  Gravity pulls down equally; discriminates for nothing.  Orbital rotation continues in spite of the fairness of an eye.  The universe supports us without end but prejudice is our failing and I blame it on the pretty girls

Sift the silt for treasure

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MARIAN

Even if the whole world was created in a cipher
And whirls off into nothingness
This is still not a commentary on the existence of God.

We have today---for this moment of sobriety
There is a Power Greater than

My despair, my apprehension and it builds with me a home
From the bricks of my optimism.

Partnership is no prevention of inhospitable endings
But is a temporary relief from desperate loneliness.
The tired struggle of guaranteeing niceness spills my energy
Scraping from each 24 the marrow so necessary.

My open palm saves me from grasping,
My open mind from grappling
I rid myself of tiny gods in tiny heavens
Where I do not reside.

Let the blades of grass probe between my toes
There is beauty for me to see,
Love to hold, hope to float.
Where this train originated and whatever its destination
It’s in my station now and I am grateful to be on board.

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