In a clearing grows a vine; as seasons change the leaves turn pale. This type of vine grows throughout the wood, but does it grow pale everywhere or only in the sunlit space? I see the trembling of the lovely foliage and wonder the destiny of the flora. Does growth have a will of its own? Does it grow to the light or is it a must? Can I turn my face even if Virginia Creeper cannot? And if I can, should I, just to prove a point?
Keep a spare heart for your overflowing love.
The First We
Before powerlessness can be dealt with,
before unmanageability can be faced,
it is imperative that the “WE” is embraced.
It is the first and last job of sobriety.
Initially the human “we” is faced
and finally the I and Thee.
But the full spectrum of “we” is there to allow
the creation of possibilities in my life.
As the human body is 97% water
the recovering alcoholic is 97% “We”.
What I could never do on my own;
We do with ease.
On my own I might not be much
but together We are everything!
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault