A lost boat tossed, on a stormy sea,
Finds harbor, safe and peacefully.
A.A.'s lights, a guiding star,
Leading souls from near and far.
Each hand is raised, a promise made,
To walk the path, no longer afraid.
To trust the group, to trust the way,
Hoping for a brighter day.
Though Step Three might seem unclear,
It blooms in hope, and calms the fear.
Letting go, to those who know,
A seed of faith begins to grow.
The drinking life, left far behind,
A newfound peace for heart and mind.
Is this not trust, a gentle hand,
In something bigger, understand?
T.M.Solvang
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