This morning in the hybride Manchester, US “Not a Glum Lot meeting,” we read the first story “I’m a Sexaholic” from Member Stories 2007. The text from The Real Connection today was entitled “Hidden Desires” and talked about riding a motorcycle too close to the edge of the Grand Canyon. While my fellows were sharing, I spontaneously penned down a text.
Given that I was the guy who didn’t do well enough in high school in just one subject, English, in order to be allowed to go to a four-year college, these words came from God and belong to Him. He gave me the privilege of reading it as the last share. I titled it “I am a Moth.”
I Am a Moth
I am a moth
I am attracted to bright things!
Open flames, camp fires, candles …
… and all those things I know are bad for me!
I have seen my fellows get too close and get badly burned …
…or even killed!
But, I am a moth!
A few days ago I came upon a light bulb.
It did not seem as dangerous as those other things!
I came closer …
… felt its warm glow.
I landed on it!
I burned my feet and singed my wing tips …
… dancing about on that glowing orb!
It was all I could do to fly away!
One would think I would realize the danger …
But I …
Am A Moth!
Warm regards,
Clay G., Delaware, USA
