HOW OFTEN I hear things repeated,
And the meaning…I think that I get,
And then one day, when I hear it again,
I say “Oh, my God, that’s what that meant!”

It’s like the stone cutter who’s chipping the diamond,
There’s many and many a stroke,
It’s not the last one, but the previous blows,
That cracked the diamond…it broke.

I keep coming back to the meetings and LISTEN,
For I know that I’m bound to hear….
Something that finally has meaning to me,
Though I thought that I knew it last year.

It’s the constant repeating of the slogans and steps,
HOW OFTEN do I need to hear this?
Just like the stone cutter…as long as it takes,
I keep listening, so the “AH HA” I won’t miss.