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DOORWAY TO RECOVERY

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I never saw a door I did not long to walk through,

always wondering what new thing I could discover.

Some doors are never meant to open.

Other doors creak on rusty hinges long unused.

Doors hung on oiled hinges and left wide open

beckon all and sundry to enter at will;

crowd out all meaning, and lessen the thrill.

The best doors are heavily carved with hidden meaning,

closed to all but those with strength and curiosity

sufficient to push them wide enough to pass through.

But every door is warning as well as a promise.

While rest and recovery makes me weak

I know most doors must remain shut and waiting

for my strength and health to return enough

to push open every door I see wide,

and discover what has remained hidden inside.

I cannot be patient. I have no pride.

I push to walk to doors, then push some more;

only to discover what doctors tell me.

I cannot open doors just now, but later.

Tell me what you see on the other side.

My body must rest, but my mind continues to explore.

Surely, you hear me knock-knock-knocking at your door.

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STRETCH

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How good is good?

How far does it stretch?

As far as a lie?

Good asks questions,

while evil denies.

Who looks stronger?

The one who seems not to know

and questions everything as it goes?

Or the one who never answers,

never pauses to reflect,

never shows another respect?

How skewed is our thinking?

How screwed are our lives?

Good reaches upward

while evil takes a dive.

How do we climb 

from such evil depths?

How good is good?

How far does it stretch?

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KEEP ON ROLLING

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Life is a circle

which rolls back along itself

in never-ending movement,

its motion so slow

we cannot see where it goes.

But going forward it is.

It reaches goals a mile a minute,

gaining speed on downward slopes.

Only then do we notice

the movement at all.

We roll with the punches

over new terrain,

fearing any moment we may fall.

But the circle keeps on rolling,

circling from beginning to end

then back again, moving forward 

all the while, where wheels 

are allowed to move freely.

There are those whose lack

of courage and curiosity

try to put on the brakes

and stop life’s relentless spin

into the future we cannot see,

looking backward as the wheel

spins forward over and over again.

Their fear grows with each 

forward motion

drowning in an ocean

of doubt and uncertainty.

They confuse beginnings with ends.

It is difficult to see

when so small we all be.

we look right and we look left;

too small to see

a wheel as large as infinity.

But never doubt, my friends.

We keep on rolling, rolling, rolling

moving forward over and over again.

Our progressive movement

is not a fall, 

from  grace; 

we are always in

the best place;

This time is simply

a new start after all.

We shall come through

as we always do

to new places

with new faces

new beginnings

that never end

but circle on,

and on again.

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