Cling to the thought that, in God's hands, the dark past is the greatest possession you have — the key to life and happiness for others. (Alcoholics Anonymous, page 124)
Humiliation, shame, rage —
hurling dung on the hopes of family,
treacherous dealing with friends,
debauchery, self-contempt.
My pain, my agony, my hopelessness.
Talk about magic, about being born again.
How deep is God's grace to go so far
in rescuing me as to give such scum value,
but even more, to make it priceless?
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