For What We Tried to Do

Everybody argues now but anybody knows
As we feel it in ourselves and we see it in the street
How it is then in the end when this is how it goes
Led not by light ahead but clearing from behind instead

We know it in the faces of the people that we meet
Looking back like from a mirror in front of our nose
How some deny the rule is golden still that we should treat
Each other as we would be as our family grows

Kindness is the only cure for blindness of the mind
As we could see as we would be bound by the ties that bind
Of love above the fear of us that tears us apart
The answer not in gold but something older deep inside

The blood of our humanity is what sustains our heart
In spite of everything to sing in spring and bring us to
Each other up where we could be beyond the mirrored lie
That only what who seem the blind in mind should see is real

Where tight shut minds like eyes would have to open up to see
When we behind the blind in mind then find the dark they deal
Us as the hell they know so well and not where we would be
Where they are finished there but we are only passing through

But hearts that feel the light unfold the lotus to reveal
Though we are all we have we can see clearly we are free
And good enough to better live our best before we die
When the thing more real than anything is this love that we feel

When the trying is the doing and then the getting throughing
Of the journey is our destination when the wheel turns
To face us with each other and another point of view
And the seeing leads to freeing then to being and to this

The inescapable conclusion life feels like the kiss
Of God the oddest puzzle piece the trying of the doing
The eye atop the pyramid unfinished by who learns
The hard way as the only way and all we ever knew

And should you find these lines of mine be sure to read between
Written as they are on water in and out upon the air
Of you and me we share to be when where you are then I am there
But then again you always do you always did know what I mean

When I thought this a lonely way once then remembered you
When the trying was twice doing then thrice the getting throughing
Of God the oddest puzzle piece the trying of the doing
Who thought I ought remember us for what we tried to do

+Steven Curtis Lance



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