Saturated with unmanageability
I desperately longed for control
Endless attempts to fix and use
Eventually took their toll.
Ready to call myself insane
My hope was almost drowned
Except for the rescuing hand of God
Serenity would not have been found
New to the Steps, they baffled me;
A foreign language they seemed.
In time, though, they yielded a beautiful peace
Of which I’d never dreamed
True is the slogan, “One day at a time,”
Daily I choose to be free
Yours is the choice as well, my friend:
Will you choose serenity?
Reprinted from the Fall 2010 issue of S-Anews©.