A Love Song for Thanksgiving

At the turn of time on an eve this fair
With the sky this open the night this clear
The scent of windblown sagebrush on the air
And the intuition I belong here
Feeling strangely now I should be kissing
I find that old existential despair
At least for tonight has turned up missing

What do you do when this happens to you?
A situation I do not know well
Wary I wonder if this could be true
Since most often I spend the night in hell
I can only conclude a change of mood
Along with the season is the reason
The scent of windblown sagebrush on the air

Seems like Advent might be the advent of
Something like hope even something like love
At the turn of time on an eve this fair
As Thanksgiving comes I am thankful for
My life and I would like to live some more
What do you do when this happens to you?
I take what God sends and see how this ends

What I will be as this happens to me

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMV

Truly a treat. Another to read out aloud in candlelight with mauves and reds and masks and hearths.

Thank you, my friend!

I am so glad you are back among us now. I hope you are feeling well.

This poem represents a new beginning. I just finished The Red Book of Lance with my poem called Hollow Stone; that is the end of one thing, this poem is the beginning of another. Life goes on.

I send you my love,

+Stevie