presented at NA Conference May 14, 2011 by NA Responsible, Frank O'Sullivan
as a response to "Dare to Meet Others"
Can a man grow from a dead clod of failure
Some consoling flower
Something humble as a dandelion or a daisy,
Something to wear as a buttonhole in Heaven?
Under the flat, flat grief of defeat maybe
Hope is a seed.
Maybe this's what he was born for, this hour
Of hopelessness.
Maybe it is here he must search
In the hell of unfaith
Where no one has a purpose
Where the web of Meaning is broken threads
And one man looks at another in fear.
O God can a man find You when he lies with his face downwards
And his nose in the rubble that was his achievement?
Is the music playing behind the door of despair?
O God give us purpose.
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