Diamonds from Pain

a prophecy

The river has gone underground to feed the desert rose
And it will bloom in spring in spite of everything it knows
The burning bush where now only the lonely smoke tree grows
As sparks fly upward so we petals rise up into skies
We never dreamed existed until we opened our eyes
One night while we were dreaming to see what the dark side knows

He is no poet no not as we know it anyway
For what he writes by rights is rites and rituals some say
Encoded secret messages sacred geometry
Demonic or Masonic making some look moronic
While making some look better than they ever thought to be
But who would anyway nor would he say as laconic
He gives them for the living and forgiving of the day
That come unbidden from the hidden places of a mind
Such that though many look for it only a few may find
And when they do may find that it has been given away

Why is it always good then that is misunderstood when
What something some say bad enlightens like the dusk the dawn?
For the dusk before the dawn is the hope that leads us on
When the dawn comes we remember how good the dusk felt then
And the profit from the loss and the gold out of the dross
And as diamonds from pain from the chaff the grain again

With a vow of poverty a human being at least
A poet anyway we know it though not as we know
And all I know is this is all I have before I go
On water written in between these lines of me and you
Encoded secret messages sacred geometry
Some things to show the somethings in between of you and me
Before I have to go now how I know before I do
Though I go I know I go a human being at least
I believe I know before I have to leave even so
A prophet not for profit or a poet like a priest

First the dusk and then the dark when the coming of a spark
And another in each other show us we know we go
When the dusk before dawn is hope enough to lead us on
A prophet not for profit sparks the dark till hope is gone
And the profit from the loss and the gold out of the dross
And as diamonds from pain from the chaff the grain again

One night while we were dreaming we saw what the dark side knows
The river has gone underground to feed the desert rose

+Steven Curtis Lance



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