April 13
WILLING PIECRUST
I lay the crust of my will over the pie plate of God’s will for me. I must have the willingness to trim off the excesses. I hesitate; I worked hard to roll it out. I know from past experience, when hot issues come up, these tags and hangings-on burn and drop sometimes ruining the flavor and appearance of the whole. It is easier to cut loose the things outside God-given intent. I get the pie in its entirety when I crimp and bend to the shape of my life.
Hope is free, so spread it around.
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Chickens and Eggs
Who is more sober
the early riser or the long-timer?
How do we get here and what does it mean.
It all starts with a day, which is good
because this is more than we had hoped for,
sometimes more than we could do.
Then it moved into an ever escalating game
of can you beat this, each day an improvement
over what had been accomplished the day before.
For years the standard bearer is the pain or relief
of the very first in this string,
orbs of 24, yet here stands the question,
“Is the essence the last pearl you touch
or the total of the strand, which makes it real?”
I don’t know for sure.
Sobriety is like light;
is light made up of waves or is it made up of particles
and the answer is invariably yes, for it is.
And what you need and how you look at it
seems to make the determination,
scientific method or no
The watched is affected by the watcher and vice versa.
The end is a day round and imperfect as any
and what is strung between the beginning and the end
is what you’ve made of it.
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