“For This I Am Responsible”

I am responsible. When anyone, anywhere, reaches out for help, I want the hand of compassion to be there. And for that: I am responsible.

In the quiet corners of our hearts, where shadows dance with vulnerability, we find our purpose not in grand gestures or lofty ideals, but in the simple act of extending a hand to another soul. It is here, in this sacred space, that our humanity blooms.

The world spins on its axis, a fragile blue marble suspended in the vast cosmic sea. We, mere mortals, navigate its tumultuous waters. We stumble, we fall, and yet we rise for we are bound by threads of empathy, woven into the fabric of existence.

Each dawn brings new choices. Will we turn away from the outstretched hand, blinded by our own troubles? Or will we embrace the responsibility that whispers in our bones—the call to be more than self?

I’ve seen the broken, the lost, the weary. Their eyes mirror constellations of pain. And in those moments, I recognize my purpose not as a savior, but as a companion—a fellow traveler on this winding road.

For every tear shed, I am responsible. For every heart seeking solace, I am responsible. For the fragile bridge between despair and hope, I am responsible.

And so, I pledge allegiance to compassion. To the quiet acts of kindness that ripple through time. To the understanding that we are all wounded healers, stumbling toward grace.

Let it be known: I am responsible. Not because I seek accolades or applause, but because it is the marrow of my existence. To lift another from the abyss—to whisper, “You are not alone.”

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Note: The concept of responsibility is deeply ingrained in various contexts, including recovery programs like Alcoholics Anonymous (AA). The AA Responsibility Statement emphasizes the duty to help others in need, echoing the sentiment expressed in this soliloquy.

O Death, Where Is Thy Sting?

 O Death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. - 1 Corinthians 15:55-57

“Nature’s peace dulls death’s sting and the grave’s victory. Sin, our mortal shadow, fades before the law’s light. Divine grace, through the Savior, lifts us to eternal triumph.”

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As I stand here, the sun casting long shadows, I ponder the passage of time.
Last Saturday, a chapter closed, a dear friend, Horace, departed this life's climb.
On Monday, with a heavy heart, I left a voicemail with Jim, an AA friend so prime.
And now, I've learned that Jim, too, on Tuesday, has left us behind.

Jim, with a heart of gold, a kindness unmatched, a soul so refined,
In the fellowship of recovery, he thrived, his spirit unconfined.
Horace, too, found solace in sobriety, their victories intertwined;
Both journeyed through life sober, leaving legacies kind.

I'm treading farther into the sunset years, where thoughts of mortality are designed
To remind us that life is fleeting, yet death is not unkind.
For in its certainty, we find a celebration, a release, a peace of mind.
God's grace abounds, and in our faith, comfort we find.

So I cherish each day, each moment, with gratitude aligned,
For the friendships forged, the love shared, the stars that shined.
Horace and Jim, your memories in my heart are enshrined,
Until my time comes at last, and to heaven, I'm assigned.

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Rest in peace my brothers.