Over Troubled Water

February 23

 

Over Troubled Water

 

Though G-d might be everything, for a long time G-d was a resident of an unknown country; a theoretical citizen of a theoretical land. It took some time for me to spy yon distant country and longer to realize what a miracle it was that I could see my neighbor, holding my optics turned around the way they were.  Turning over the binoculars came long before introductions or interaction, but it was an important step in relationship building nonetheless. 

Having seen the island my mind fled due to the trumped up stories about its resident.  Open minded observation cleared up the fallacies of ogres and super heroes, but this only told me who G-d wasn’t and nothing of who G-d is.  Direct knowledge was going to require direct contact. 

I began throwing tethered balls of string across the channel that separates us and was shocked, delighted, horrified to find that the far end would get tied to the far shore.  I threw twine next, then rope, after a few successful repetitions I was able to shinny across for the first time.  Filled with fear and trepidation I arrived on the apposing bank and stood shivering more from nerves than cold.  I saw no one and felt much.  I didn’t stay long and swam back.  The first plank bridge was simple and straight.  Having this link somehow emboldened me to explore the land of my own country.  With great regularity I found narrow margins.  I crafted a new bridge for each slender passage.  The more I learn about me the more regular my connection to that inner land.

Like something shy of my wrath, G-d made an illusive sight.  The more I calmed the more often the sightings.  We made acquaintance and then we made friends.  I’ve widened some bridges and G-d has widened others.  We stroll together often hand in hand.  We talk and laugh, cry and joke.  Occupancy is fluid, times I live on the island and others the surrounding continent sometimes we live together other times we are one another’s guests.  All the days are not happy ones but we are always happy to be together and more than that I will not ask.

 

Quarantine reluctance

 

 

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DOMINOES

What happens to the dominoes that do not fall?
The show cut short by my sobriety.
The tiles stand front to back
The foul respiration will send them to their preordained destination.
I hold my breath as I glance over the display of generations
The design is set
Painstaking patterns lain with meticulous, ingenious deft.
Skill for falling, laying waste.
Sad pictures told and retold in speedy drops
The rhythmic fall of dominoes turning eight blocks to a corner.
Direction shifts
But the descending continues.
I cannot occupy this ground.
I must not upset the arrangement.
I cannot clear it from this world.
I must walk away from the upright mosaic.
A flower waiting to bloom with destruction
I have to move, climb the steep slopes
Vertical life,
Leaving the tumbling destruction for Yet.
Grasping the sides of the cliffs
I haul myself off the tableland,
A place set for a show of laying down,
I build my strength and keep off the well known flats.
This is a life apart
The game is there if I return.
It is a game no one can win.

 

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About Sherrie Theriault

Sherrie Theriault, writer and outsider artist lives in northwest New Jersey where she writes villain-free fiction for children and young adults, creates coloring books for all ages, writes daily inspiration books for the recovery community and has other works of collected poetry; also adult fiction. Books available on Amazon.com include the following: Cala Mae The Deep Dark Day In The Congenial Chronicles The Holland’s Adventure Fill Me In Fill Me In, Too Filled In Sober on the Way to Sane More Sober on the Way to Sane Lines from My Life More Lines from My Life On-Liners to Live By My Sponsor Said… Elissa: Queen of Carthage Was Love Lost Order of Protection The Story Precedes the Question Can You See? What the Birdies Told Me about You What the Birdies Told Me about You Coloring book The Enchanting Dog Sherrie’s books are available at Blue Stockings, Manhattan, NY, The Clinton Book Shoppe, Clinton, New Jersey, Giovanni’s Room, Philadelphia, PA, Easy Does It in Long Beach, CA and The Latest Thing in Costa Mesa, Ca. You can find Sherrie’s art work at Hang-Ups Gallery in Allentown, PA or online at: SerendipitousGallery.com Please feel free to contact her there if you have any questions.
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