Recovery

As I was doing my internship at the halfway house, I thought regularly about this.  It seems to me all of us are in recovery from something.  We are all trying to find our way home again.  Hopefully we will be recognizable... when we get there.

We are all recovering

From something,

Slips and gaffes,

A long time wayward

Walk or slide.

All of us are recovering

From something.

We leave broken pieces

Along the way,

Gather in the bits and shards,

Figure which ones fit

Into our own personal recovery sculpture.

It will probably seem familiar

But still not

What it was before;

Maybe closer,

We hope closer,

We pray closer

To the original piece,

Kin to

The gleam in our Father*s eye.

The pulse of our Mother*s heart.

I*d recognize you anywhere

They*ll say

You have your father*s eyes.

You have the heart

Of your mother.