Transcendental Sonnet #646:
The Razor's Edge
When what one loves most is what is most fragile
When the best is also that which is most frail
Hope must dance the razor's edge must be agile
To stay steady only seeing through a veil
Not for the faint of heart is the love I feel
Every breath each heartbeat is an act of faith
Life has never been more precious nor more real
Than on the razor's edge between life and death
And the rhythm of the living universe
And the turning of the world along the way
And the rising sun in the morning today
Speak the lifting of the better from the worse
As here on the razor's edge in ecstasy
I dance for my Silke for my destiny
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+Steven Curtis Lance
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