CONSERVATION OF LOVE
Love does not diminish. It recycles like the rain, ever in transition and transmission. Love is not salvationary or redemptive. Nor do I believe it to be the currency of Godliness. Love is an element like cobalt or gold, it has weight and substance. Love is the coinage of responsibility not a door out of consequences. Love, true love, inspires right action, never cowardice or disrespect. In this strange amelioration, standing in the wings of realism, love is love no longer. Love is the standard I have to bear, not the canopy I stand beneath. In the frozen center, love cannot endure the pressure of misinformation, and melts with friction, floods with irresponsibility. Love, like money, admiration and sex, has its place and must not have expectation of being more than it is. With that said, Love is peerless, to be treasured, protected and shared.
Run away with your heart but bring your mind.
Up and Down: Round and Round
Like the wheel on my spinning wheel
I pump up and down on the treadle
and the wheel spins round and round,
The roving twists in my hand and yarn is made.
Really all I do is tap my foot
and gently hold on, pulling occasionally.
It is a small part I play in this production
at least it feels small almost unnecessary,
but with a clear mind I see
that without me it doesn’t get done.
I am essential yet still just a foot-tapper and hanger-on
neither of these is prestigious
yet the whole fabric depends
on my mundane actions.
I take great comfort knowing that allover
there are foot-tappers and hangers-on
keeping safe this way of life
Sometimes keeping it safe just through sheer repetition.
And if you ask, “Is that Unity or Recovery or Service?”
All I can say is “Yes, yes it is.”
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault