Content Beneath a Discontented Sky

I thought that we had gotten through the rain
In southern California where the sun
Had teased a little while with winking smile
But now it has started to rain again
Another round of mudslides has begun
And we will have to hunker down awhile

This old house has come through many a storm
Nor is there any mud to slide where I
Just write my sonnets and try to keep warm
Curled up with my cat and watching the sky
Through old lace curtains here in my front room

And though the sky grows dark there is no gloom
Inside of me as spring begins to sprout
Within as the torrents begin without
I will stay right here I will have no fear
And when this is over I will go out
To go and buy more apples at the store

God grant them grace today who mudslides face
And may he keep eccentric poets dry
At least I have a place of quiet grace
Content beneath a discontented sky

I will not float away today but if I do
I will ride the tide to float all the way to you

+Steven Curtis Lance



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