Thanks to Patricia B. who posted the following on the message board of my “This, Too, Shall Pass.” I initially hesitated to publish it because I know how much Beyond Blue readers love the poem, “Footprints in the Sand.” But then I thought about all the folks that might (I hope) find some humor in it, as I did!

This was handed out in my substance abuse group, of which, out of ten of us, I am the only one (who has admitted) to having mental illness (ADHD and bipolar), and I am the oldest recovering junkie in the bunch (I’ll be 50 in a couple weeks). Anyway, I just wanted to share thia poem with y’all.
BUTT PRINTS IN THE SAND
(Otherwise known as the sequel to “Footprints.” Ten years later and no change)
One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of my precious Lord,
But mine were not along the shore.

But then some stranger prints appeared,
And I asked the Lord,”What have we here?”
Those prints are large and round and neat,
“But Lord,they are too big for feet.”
“My child,” He said in somber tones,
“For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and made me wait.”
“You disobeyed,you would not grow,
The walk of faith,you would not know,
So I got tired,I got fed up’
And there I dropped you on your butt.”
“Because in life,there comes a time,
When one must fight,and one must climb,
When one must rise and take a stand,
Or leave their butt prints in the sand.”
–Author Unknown

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