Sunday, March 31, 2013

Peace Be With You!

On the evening of that first day of the week, when the disciples were together, with the doors locked for fear of the Jewish leaders, Jesus came and stood among them and said, “Peace be with you!” ~ John 20:19 NIV
Miracles surround us
while we huddle
behind locked doors
gripped by fear.
When we have seen
day after day
for years the power,
on a day filled with hope,
with wonder, with amazement
we huddle with fear
until we are finally able to hear
and believe, "Peace be with you!"

Saturday, March 30, 2013

Lost: Egoism and Fear – Hopefully...

They only thought they had lost their egoism and fear; they only thought they had humbled themselves. But they had not learned enough of humility, fearlessness and honesty, in the sense we find it necessary, until they told someone else all their life story. ~ Alcoholics Anonymous, page 73
To tell me to quit living in ego and fear
is like demanding I sit blindfolded
five minutes and never think of feathers.
Now any other time, that would be likely,
almost inevitable, but tell me that, and I fail.
I'll give you my egotism right now.
Just take it — see how easily I gave it up?
Am I not fine to be able to surrender it so?
Can you imagine anyone able to lay it aside
so well as I? Are you as proud of me as I?
I'll never get this right. I fear I've failed,
I'm worthless, hopeless, a disgrace.
I've tried to hard, so long, so desperately
to rid myself of ego, of fear. I'm hopeless,
powerless, unable. I give up.
I surrender...

Friday, March 29, 2013

Go Deep

Go deep, enjoy your scuba vacation,
or prepare for a Hail Mary pass.
Dare to reach the depths
of the suburban cave
or dive the submarine way down.
Empty your pockets
or get lost in the research,
deep. Complete.

Go deep inside or deep in faith,
in love, in service, in understanding.
Go deep and know the width,
the breadth, the depth
of the mercy and grace
of God. 2013-03-27_17-18-38_266-1

Thursday, March 28, 2013

My Feet

Ugly feet, calloused, nails ignored
I sit before him, apologetically.
Aware of hirsute legs, uneven nails
I cringe at his touch, insecure,
embarrassed, chagrined.
How can I ask for a pedicure now?
I remember the compulsion
to clean the house before the maid.
Jesus acted the servant, washing feet
as future saints cringed, demurred,
unwilling, ashamed.
I am not worthy. I deserve no such favor.
But grace takes no measure of merit,
only of love, of acceptance, of yes. 2013-03-27_15-13-01_935-1

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Accountant Needed

I seriously need a personal "accountant" (and it's not the tax kind) to sit on my shoulder 24/7 that I have to be "accountable" to, and I'm pretty sure we all have the same one watching over us...... if I would just listen more closely :/ ~ Julie O'Neal Campbell
An accountant? A keeper I need,
someone to tell me where to go,
what to do. But an accountant as well...
someone to set the agenda, establish goals
and guide me properly, safely, wisely.
I'd deny the need though my past maps
the life I can create, the mess I've made
again, again and another time.
I need a keeper, an accountant, a guide.
Or, perhaps, I need only stop,
seek, listen
and obey.


Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Warm Blanket of Denial

No comfort comes from ripping off the warm blanket of denial. ~ Julie Trudeau
I see mistakes you make
and know you need strength,
to get real. Compelled to confront,
I set out your failures, your lies.
I'd do you the favor
of granting accountability,
of showing you the truth.
Why don't you see I'm helping you?
Won't you listen to me?
Why don't you see I love you?


Monday, March 25, 2013

You Know What You Are

If you are humble nothing will touch you, neither praise nor disgrace for you know what you are. ~ Mother Theresa
Knowing what I am
has terrified me,
haunted me,
felt done, complete,
identified as odious.
But I'm not what I was,
and knowing what I am
is knowing surrender,
willingness, discipleship,
a life of peace, of joy,
of love.

Sunday, March 24, 2013

Built to Be

We were built to be inefficient because efficient would be a king telling us how to do things. ~ (prompt I saved who knows from WHAT source last August!)
We could be perfect,
built that way.
How easy things would be...
but if we were, decisions?
Unnecessary. Only one way,
no freedom to make mistakes.
Like marionettes controlled
stringlessly but managed
all the same, perfectly,
efficiently. But I have options,
the right to silly moves,
the choice to do – to be — wrong.
Then when I get it right
even a bit, just brush up against it
I've done it. And I have the right
to be controlled, but only
if I choose.

Saturday, March 23, 2013

Deeply Realized

Then I was seized with a thought: I am going to get drunk. Our no, maybe I won't get drunk; maybe I'll just go into that bar and drink some ginger ale and scrape up an acquaintance. Then I panicked. That was really a gift! I had never panicked before at the threat of alcohol. Maybe this meant my sanity had been restored. I remembered that in trying to help other people, I had stayed sober myself. For the first time I deeply realized it. ~ Bill Wilson, Alcoholics Anonymous Comes of Age, page 65
Oh, I know compulsive eating —
a disease, they say, a deadly one.
Interesting concept, I see the argument.
Sure, I want to be restored to sanity,
but I'm certainly not not sane!
I work this program, consistently,
enthusiastically — most of the time.

I know the truths of Recovery.
Do I deeply realize them, though?

Friday, March 22, 2013

Only a Step

As we have seen, self-searching is the means by which we bring new vision, action, and grace to bear upon the dark and negative side of our natures. It is a step in the development of that kind of humility that makes it possible for us to receive God's help. Yet it is only a step. ~  Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions, Alcoholics Anonymous
Easy answer, please.
Not just simple, not merely clear
but easy, effortless, no sweat.
Instead we get a maze
with turn after turn, room after room,
each finer and more pleasant than before
but between the rooms discomfort,
self-searching, acquisition of hard truths.
Sure, we pick up fine mementos
of vision, action, grace as tools to wield,
yet on the way to humility feeling like humiliation,
we move on, receiving God's help the whole way.
Then we find more layers of growth,
more knowledge and hope, a step
beyond the step, to greater glory
before moving on to the next.

Thursday, March 21, 2013

I Got Away with It-Ism

When I nibbled at the edges,
chipped away at pieces,
ate just one, a small bite,
got away with it...or so it seemed...
a pattern emerged, and grew,
swelled, blossomed.
A disease, a malady
with symptoms others didn't see
but I knew. And shame grew.
And patterns were set
until I sought the cure
for the dreaded old disease,
I got away with it-ism.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

The Fudge of Life

An early recollection is one of looking up and seeing that vast and mysterious mountain and wondering whether I would ever climb that high. But I was presently distracted by my aunt who, as a fourth birthday present, made me a plate of fudge. For the next thirty-five years I pursued the fudge of life and quite forgot about the mountain. ~ Alcoholics Anonymous Comes of Age, 52-53
I stand, looking at the mountain,
distracted by the computer game
or TV show or Facebook.
I know I long for the mountain,
don't really forget it, but for now
a game, a show, a status...
Can I settle for an artful print
of someone else's photo atop it?
Can I write of what it might be
should I venture out? Can I just wait
and hope someday, by some miracle,
to sprout wings and fly? Or must I act,
do the next right thing, to make that dream
come true?

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

The Great Not Me

God is whatever you can hang onto —
at least in the beginning.
Something greater, something needed,
ached for, dreamed of...not expected.
This power can be the group,
universal good, the power of love,
a mighty oak. Names don't matter...
Great Spirit, I Am,
GUS – grin, "Guy Upstairs."
Howard – Howard be thy name?
Rules are just we need to come to believe
some such power could make us sane
again, perhaps, or for the first time.
Then we made a decision to trust,
to release, to surrender to something —
anything — not me and more than me,
The Great Not Me.

Monday, March 18, 2013

Somebody Else

Everybody around here
used to be somebody else.
It’s just what happens.
We can't sit in these rooms
with half an ear open,
with any inclination to wish,
with despair at our lives
with hopelessness
and not catch a taste,
see a hint,
have a fertile seed of hope.
And when that wall we've set up
begins to erode, springs a tiny leak
then the flood of recovery
will follow, washing away who we were
and leaving somebody else.
From Clipboard 2

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Guilt Riddance

The surprising news for many of us is that every unloving encounter with someone else is an opportunity to deal with guilt. What this means is that we see ourselves in others. Always. ~ Karen Casey
"Every unloving encounter."
Cleaned up description, it is.
Temper tantrum, peevishness,
petulance, passive aggressiveness...
resentment, old hurt, jealousy.
I see it in you instantly
for I know it well,
having fought my demon
of the same vein every day
of my life.
mirror

Saturday, March 16, 2013

Faith that Works

This was not only faith; it was faith that worked under all conditions. ~ Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions, Alcoholics Anonymous, page 31.
Sunday school faith,
sermon sanctification,
Christian piety. The creeds
of the devout.
We assign religion to its place.
But faith knows no cage,
cannot be contained,
permeates the universe.
Faith, if we surrender to it,
works under all conditions.

FAITH

Friday, March 15, 2013

Saltines

Sometimes people are like broken saltines, cracked in pieces. You handle them too rough, you ain't got nothing but crumbs. ~ Twist of Faith
Handling most folk gently —
sure, I can do that, naturally.
Handling me too rough
comes easier, faster, is the default.
I don't know how to love me.
I don't know how not to break
at the cracks and make more,
how to hold together, one cracker,
worthy not to be called derisive names,
to be a saltine or even a club cracker.
I have worth. I deserve to be loved
even by me.

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Stand by the Fire

Who has not made mistakes in life. Do you know Psalm 130?...Well, when you want to stay warm you stand by the fire. ~ Jacob in Twist of Faith
Israel, put your hope in the Lord,
for with the Lord is unfailing love
and with him is full redemption. ~ Psalm 130:7 NIV
Stand by the fire.
Don't look for warmth, for comfort
in the icy wilderness. Don't seek heat
in a frozen wasteland. Go to the source,
the life, the hot-blooded warm-hearted,
the wellspring. When you need love
go where it grows, where it warms
heart and hand, where you're loved.
Energy awaits your melancholia,
ardor your depression, your despair,
your hopelessness. Love stands ready
to welcome you home.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Terror and Dread

I was using food so I didn't have to be different from other people. I could fit in. I could be "normal." My terror and dread of being different, of not being accepted or approved of, was being taken care of by food.  ~ A New Beginning page 20
Food as a tool, something to "fix" me,
to have a common bond, to blend in.
Oh, though, had they known how I used,
how I abused the food when they weren't there
when I could get by — or think I was —
while hiding my stash, plotting and planning,
wishing they'd go to bed, anxious to try,
to taste, to relax in decadence.
So, I used food to fit in, hoping against hope
they wouldn't see me as I hid in the open,
drove from one store to another, buying one sweet
after the same from another store, knowing the while
these people I wanted to impress would roll with amazment
if they saw what I hid from them trying to use it
just to fit in...

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

I Surrender All

All to Jesus I surrender;
All to Him I freely give;
I will ever love and trust Him,
In His presence daily live.
Surrender. I've known the feeling,
felt the spirit, bowed to mercy,
lived in love. I've lived in faith,
served with wonder, soared to heights
and lived in peace.
I've destroyed a life of blessings
wandered aimlessly, lost and  cold.
I'm not excluded for my folly,
am welcome back with open arms.
Grateful, humble, I stand before You.
I surrender all.

Monday, March 11, 2013

Pardon My Asking, Lord

Lord, did you hesitate, waffle or pause
before touching the crusted and unseeing eyes?
Did the odor distract from your virtuous cause,
did the man disappear amid lice and the flies?

How did you feel when the leprous came
calling “Unclean!” as the Hebrews required?
Were you repulsed by the old and the lame
reeking with filth and with feculence mired?

Probably not. I guess perfected love
overlooks filth, can set foulness aside.
Love in its essence would tower above
bias, see vile folk beautified.

Perfect I’m not. But you told me to be
and your life is my model, your spirit my goal.
Lord, hear my prayer. Give me grace, set me free
to bypass my hang-ups, to love every soul.

Let me shake any hand when a tender is made,
hold the patient with AIDS in a heartfelt embrace.
Inmates and homeless I would greet unafraid,
passing to others the strength of your grace.

Sunday, March 10, 2013

We

...most of the world doesn't understand scribblers. We're loners. We're odd. Our thoughts go off on tangents and we tell bad jokes. ~ Michael T. Huyck, Jr.
Everybody hates me,
nobody likes me
I'm going out to eat worms.
I'm the only one to feel that way
except for those who know the verse,
or feel it, even the first time.
Like most folk I know.
Scribblers sit alone in their writing,
addicts come together,
laugh at awful things, devastating before,
now the fodder to guide, to bond,
to assure worm-eaters they're not alone.
Most of the world doesn't understand us.
We're loners, we're odd.
Our thoughts wander on tangents
to the tune of bad jokes...
and collegial laughter.


Saturday, March 9, 2013

What We're Prepared For

The eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend. ~ Robertson Davies
The solution was always here,
before me, staring at me,
waiting for me.
The solution has never changed
but when I changed,
when I accepted some truths —
of powerlessness,
of inability to manage,
that perhaps some power could —
only then did the blinders fall off
so I could at long last see
what had always been
right there in the open, waiting.


Friday, March 8, 2013

Cooperate

So cooperate; never criticize. To be helpful is our only aim. ~ Alcoholics Anonymous (Kindle Locations 1220-1221)
Inanimate ideas
owned by living folk
who hear their creation crushed
and feel the force, own it.
Yet to build on that,
accepting while modifying
includes all, accepts all,
affirms. What makes the change?
Love. Acceptance. Honor
for every person, for their worth.
Even when needed change
would come in lives, love,
acceptance, honor
lead the way.

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Stuck?

If we're stuck in the past
its resentment.
If were stuck on the future
its fear.
If we stay in the present,
acknowledge the past
for making us who we are,
for readying us to serve,
for examples to help others
we free ourselves from shame,
from resentment, from anger.
If we leave the future to a Power
able to handle it, surrender control,
do today's next right thing,
then we're living the serenity prayer,
stuck in peace and love.onecrisis

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Recycling

Recycling...it's not relapse but recycling, feels like the same place but it's on a higher plane. ~ Anne B
Paul said, "What I would do,
I don't; what I don't want to do,
I do." Don't I know the feeling!
Like a game of Mother May I,
I follow the rules, move forward,
then get cocky and don't...
just once, just when I have the chance
to take several long steps. But it's back
to the beginning, starting over.
But not quite. I'm better at the rules,
listen, know the tricks. It may feel
the same as all the way to the beginning,
but it's not. I still need to move ahead,
to learn to do it, to quit presuming I can
if I just behave, just have the willpower.
I've learned about who I am, what I can do
and even when I have to learn again
the path is familiar, I know the way.

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Not So!

How much does she know that isn't so? ~ Rugh Limbaugh
How much did I know
that wasn't so?
That I was superior,
smart, able to do
what others failed.
That with willpower —
just a bit more —
I could conquer anything.

I didn't know willpower
served no purpose against this —
this disease, this addiction,
this insanity.  I saw no worth
in those around me, lacking IQ,
short on vocabulary, uneducated.
I couldn't believe them my equals,
my peers, people from whom
I might learn.

I didn't know the God I professed
cared enough to help with my food,
to stanch the sugary river ending
in the ocean of my neediness.
That he would and could when I hinted
ever so slightly, as timidly as could be,
my willingness.

I didn't know the ocean of love,
the acres of care, the universe of help
waiting for me to know
what I didn't know.

Monday, March 4, 2013

Various Haiku

major project...chaos afoot
real pressure
call of comfort food
refrigerator seducing
food addict
a magnet
rooms of recovery
loving people
living room
make a meeting
recovery in concert
welcome home
decades of gluttony overcome
a flavorful bite endows joy
purging

Sunday, March 3, 2013

It Has to Happen

Once we truly make the leap to believe, no matter what, that a power greater than ourselves will restore us to sanity and will take care of every other issue in our lives as well, we cannot ever fail to recover, and the compulsion to binge disappears. It has to happen! ~ Voices of Recovery (Kindle Locations 758-760).
It has to happen.
Cause and effect,
the laws of physics,
the basic truths
of the universe,
it has to happen.
Inevitable, sure,
certain, assured,
unavoidable.
It has to happen.
IF
I truly make
the leap to believe. leapoffaith

Saturday, March 2, 2013

God Is a River

God is a river, watering my life,
nourishing the dormant seeds
of creativity and confidence,
of love.
God is the bubbling spring
and the endless ocean,
the beginning and the end.
When I open myself
to know what is within,
when I allow the power
and majesty of God
to not merely pass through me
but to be integrated,
when I become one with the flow,
then all I could ever need is mine,
and I am wealthy
beyond any possibility of hope,
the true wealth of peace.

Friday, March 1, 2013

Too Much in My Head

Inside my head, insane, unable to cope,
unwilling to admit a lack of power,
an incapacity, a self-proclaimed failure —
but only in my mind, proclaimed to shame,
declared to reinforce. To the world,
I must appear perfect, indefatigable,
invincible.
When the charade draws to a close,
when I find people who tell my story
so convincingly, so completely,
so spookily on the mark...
when I escape from the cage of my head
it's then I find that mind I lost...