As We Remember Us in December Options

[+Steven Curtis Lance]

As We Remember Us in December

Roses are like us our story the same
I think as I trace our trajectory
From bud to bloom into our fullblown fame
Fleeting as ever and passing away

Like those who went ahead had said it could
To what remains at the end of the day
The way those who are dead now knew it would
A shrug and a smile and a memory

A feeling of having been understood
When that is enough then ultimately
Youth becomes age and no one is to blame
It is how it is and was and will be

As water breaks stone and as fire burns wood
Living and dying are best beyond shame
By common sense and toward the common good
If uncommonly and like you and me

To be considered beautiful then when
Remembering to forget our regret
We demonstrate mortality again
Having been and done the best that we could

Roses are like us our story the same
Because it is the way of living things
To come and go but live our very best
Then in our moment to give life our all

At the end of the day burnt offerings
Gathered for harvest like leaves in the fall
Dust into ashes roses into flame
When earth takes all and air bears the ember

Acceptable sacrifice for the rest
As the roses in the Plaza remind
Of what is ahead of what is behind
Us in December as we remember

But all any living thing wants to be
Is happy or short of that to be free
And I am a rose who remembered me
As we remember us in December

+Steven Curtis Lance



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