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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 11, 2010, 3:42 am


Sojourner

for my friends

One who has nothing is one who is free
To do
Whatever might come with the day

A stranger in a stranger land like me
One who
Knows to listen if not to say

A sojourner in solidarity
With you
A wanderer going your way

I lost it all and then I found my friends
I know I lost less than I found
To follow this road and see where it ends
To shadow the sun homeward bound

Losing and winning ending beginning
I lost I find to change my mind
To be
A sojourner in solidarity

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jan 10, 2010, 9:15 pm


Watchtower

Some living things grow better growing wild

It takes a couple hundred years to grow
A sapling to a sycamore this size

It grew here a score of decades ago
Slender then slim when seen by other eyes

I wonder if those other eyes could know
Now it has grown so would they recognize
This tree grown through the centuries to be
A place of pilgrimage along the way

A creekside watchtower by which to see
Past yesterday for me beyond today
By which to see tomorrow for my child

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jan 9, 2010, 5:26 am


With a Pair of Socks and a Paradox

Remembering the good times I recall
Late afternoons as though in amber cast
Walking dogs wildflowers red leaves in fall
Finding the best and saving it for last
Asking was it and answering it was
Then asking why and answering because

With a pair of socks and a paradox
A change of clothes and a change of venue
As a student of the school of hard knocks
I can see some change is on the menu
And even if a turn is for the worse
It will turn again with the universe

We are all as young as the moment of
Existence here at the tip of the spear
Hoping for happiness looking for love
And the good times are not to remember
But to surprise now in this moment here
Just as January as December

I tried to keep God in a puzzle box
But the puzzle was I was keeping me
God opened my mind I opened the locks
And once I escaped I began to see
Outside and in both beyond and within
God as the end and the where to begin

Remembering the good times I recall
The good times both surprise and remember
Are as January as December
And any times are good times after all
Have a good time if you want to be wise
Learn to love the element of surprise

With a pair of socks and a paradox
As a student of the school of hard knocks

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jan 6, 2010, 10:53 pm


Epiphany

I feel the hand of God on my shoulder
Though I have not felt religious awhile
I feel my steps as steps of destiny
Becoming stronger though I grow older

This late I might as well step out in style
As I step into a good time for me
To transcend whatever would prevent me
To manifest the will of who sent me

Everybody just wants to be happy
As I would be too and I have become
A grateful grey fox sprung from a trap he
Never saw coming yet got away from

And having been sprung by once thought unreal
Forces beyond me I cannot but feel
I have a role in that which is to come
And that where I am is where God will be

Whatever God is God seems to exist
And calls in the night to me like a child
I once could but can no longer resist
As we opposites become reconciled

I call in return and we both persist
And as God exists so I exist too
I feel the hand of God on my shoulder
And having felt that hand give mine to you

In pledge of the promise that I will be
What I was meant to this Epiphany

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jan 4, 2010, 6:28 pm


Setting the Homeless on Fire

Is this the way the homeless have to sleep
Worrying someone might set them on fire
(I read somewhere how this was happening)?

Depressed into celibacy so deep
Existence becomes the only desire
Or not but if not without suffering

Nothing today seems very amusing
In this amusement park I stumbled on
How this was amusing is confusing

But I will remain till all hope has gone
And they close this park tonight after dark
Then more confused than ever stumble on

Who am I? What am I? Why (anyway)?
I might ask yet I might answer and say
That I this human being ask why not

Weary of analyzing everything
I have come to question my questioning:
The questions are the answers I forgot

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jan 3, 2010, 12:29 am


Birthday

on turning fifty-five on New Year's Eve

Experience is the onion we peel
Through the layered somethingness of tissue
To where nothingness becomes the issue
With each layer mirrored in memory

And there somethings turning someones reveal
Through their receipt and reciprocation
Of gentle gestures of its gestation
The rise of something like reason in me

I could not yet say wisdom or would not
But reason is reason enough to be
Grateful at last to forget I forgot
Who I was for awhile and remember
Myself at this the death of December

Here at the turn of the year it is very
Clear to me to see we are temporary
Who live and who die and who fade then away
Momentary actors in a shadow play

Tomorrow will come should we ask it or not
None seems to remember tomorrow forgot
To remember that it was only today
Life goes on and flows on and bears us away

And at dusk as I return to turn again
I lay down the works of my hands to remain

December's death is January's birth
Through where nothingness becomes the issue
Returning with the turning of the earth
To the layered somethingness of tissue
With each layer mirrored in memory

And reason is reason enough for me
To turn as I return and turn to say
I turn because I could not turn away
To find what is found on another round
Remembering I was born on this day

Turning and returning I remember
Alive at this the death of December

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Dec 29, 2009, 7:14 pm


Still Asking

Though my life would make a wanderer of me
I would still like to find a star I could hold
And should I hold nothing then nothing is free
Thus I could afford to have my future told
By light from the past though shining presently

If I ever hold one I know you will know
That I never want to disappoint myself
Quoting Melville by anachronistic glow
Thus "Great God I ask Thee for no meaner pelf"
You will know I am still asking even so

You will know I have to ask still have to try
Even though I find stars should stay in the sky

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Dec 26, 2009, 12:15 am


Christmas Midmorning

The feet of the chickens are like garden rakes
Moving and removing stubborn winter leaves
I know there are bugs I believe there are snakes
One chicken squawks and apparently believes
Two chickens hope that whatever eggs they lay
Both might avoid decapitation today

A green bough of mistletoe falls on the ground
Falls from a great height in a sycamore tree
A green bough of mistletoe falls and is found
On Christmas midmorning is found there by me
And I take this omen as omen my own
That in the new year I might not be alone

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Dec 18, 2009, 9:52 pm


As the Raindrops to the Waterfall

Each sees all individually
With each perspective contemplated
From and toward a specificity
Which joins us each at the heart to all
As the raindrops to the waterfall
People are simply complicated

But if other people understand
As we are differentiated
Though difference is what they might see
The mind unseen is meant to expand
To and through the connection we share
We can recognize each other there

And finding a face in the mirror
Of another by understanding
The situation becomes clearer
The mind though unseen is expanding
To and through what we are meant to mean
The mind unseen by seeing is seen

To and through the connection we share
Which joins us each at the heart to all
We can recognize each other where
The mind unseen by seeing is seen
To and through what we are meant to mean
As the raindrops to the waterfall

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Dec 17, 2009, 12:55 am


Left to Wonder

late thoughts on love

Intending to speak the mysteries of
Life I found myself in the midst of love

And since they say these are unspoken sing
That love is all and the meaning of life
But can crush like stone or cut like a knife
And left me here alone without a wife
My children grown up bigger than me now
As I wonder if I have anyone
When I thought I had so many somehow

Here at the other end I have begun
To feel more and more like a broken thing

Was my popularity illusion?
Do those who said they loved me think of me
And will those who said they would be there be?

Is the afterbirth of love confusion?

Intending to speak the mysteries of
Life I find myself left to wonder why
There are so many more questions about
Love than answers yet more belief than doubt

Blind love calls and we stumble blind who try
To discover the insight by which we
Wrestle with the riddle of unity

And is it not an act of faith to love?

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Dec 15, 2009, 5:51 pm


There Must Be More

Luminous numinous there must be more
Where the dead live on on a further shore

At least we hope that there is more than this
Disappointment waiting here for a kiss
Of something somehow better than we are
While wishing our lives away on a star

Where the dead live on on a further shore
Luminous numinous there must be more

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Dec 15, 2009, 12:11 am


Forward and Free

What a joy it is as a joy it was
No matter how long nor far we have come
None can resist the effect of its cause
As the wheel of life turns forward and free

To be gotten is to be understood
All the begotten seek to be gotten
To get someone and have someone get me
As we would all be gotten if we could

A joy it will be to feel and to see
The inward warmth of a welcoming smile
To get someone and to be having some
Human propinquity well worth my while
To risk everything for the ecstasy

The circle closes as I understand
That someone is seeking to get to know
Me as I know and gets me even so
The circle completes as you take my hand
Which seemed impossible not long ago
When our hearts were watches wrapped in cotton

A joy it is and was as it will be
To be gotten and not be forgotten
As we would all be gotten if we could
Begotten and gotten and understood
To get someone and have someone get me

The circle closing as I understand
And then completing as you take my hand
None can resist the effect of its cause
As the wheel of life turns forward and free

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Dec 12, 2009, 9:18 pm


Paper Bridge

I know nothing better
For saying what you mean
Than to write a letter
To bridge the in between

Linen laid paper and
A feather pen are grand
Though mine have all flown away to be lost

My friends would still be glad
With the letters they had
No matter what the stationery cost

Because they came from me
And real friends understand
What you say because they
Understood anyway

But a letter is nice
Read more than once or twice
A letter breaks the ice
Just what you mean to bridge the in between

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Dec 11, 2009, 2:16 am


Love in Winter

I am happy to be and to be here
The happiest I have been for a while
Now at the happiest time of the year
All it takes for me is to see you smile
To feel as confident and clever as
Anyone ever as I never was

Your smile is contagious and I caught it
Outrageously beautiful I thought it
And who am I but one dutiful who
Has chosen to spend the winter with you
And in the end who are you then but me
And round the bend who am I then but you?

One who was burned to blindness by beauty
Opens his eyes now to see again healed
As he embraces his primal duty
To life itself and the bargain is sealed
I who can see now see you as you are
Close as a kiss and distant as a star

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Dec 8, 2009, 5:50 pm


Decembering Remembering

first Christmas of my afterlife

I wish I could go home for Christmas but
Home has slipped away
From always to forever

I said I would someday no matter what
But now my someday
Has slipped away to never

You do not remember me do you?
All those poems to you
Went past or went through you

Now not who you were
You never were her

And I know now I never knew you

Singing my songs in a strange land
I feel like a fool all alone
But by singing I understand
What other strangers might have known

Who sang alone feeling like this
In the hope of a stranger's kiss

Decembering
Life stubbornly persists
Remembering
Love quietly insists

At the deepest time of year
Life and love are now and here
If they are anywhere
Decembering

As caring not I care
Remembering

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Dec 4, 2009, 10:23 pm


December Song

Meeting old friends around every corner
And making new friends in the in between
I have been walking too long looking down
To realize if you know what I mean
How in love I am with humanity

Whose communication is our birthright
The meaning behind all this vanity
Beyond such failure and futility
As cloud inward light as we slip from sight

At least I still have the ability
To get as to give that small human spark
We recognize between us in the dark
By which we humans navigate the night

I know I have come further than I know
Led by that small human spark and its glow
Caught like a faraway kiss blown to me
Warming in my heart long after we part

And this is what I love this time of year
Meeting old friends around every corner
And making new friends in the in between
Wherever you are I can feel you here
Long after we part warming in my heart

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Dec 3, 2009, 12:02 am


The Sacrament of Being

We thread the needle we circle the square
And we triangulate successfully
We make steady progress till we get there
Wherever our there might happen to be
Though arrival is not itself the goal

The getting is more important than where
The getting is the process of the soul
By which it exercises and creates
Itself daily as the soul is laid bare
Becoming according to loves and hates
By strengths and weaknesses as it unfolds
And winding ahead the journey awaits

We only know then what the journey holds
When it is and not before nor after
Now we are shaped now we are created
In present tears and in present laughter
The moment of life is celebrated

The sacrament of being as we are
As the immortals look on from afar

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Dec 1, 2009, 9:54 pm


This Moon is Mine

A blue moon falls on my birthday this year
And falling then will bounce to rise and shine
I hope the sky is clear to see it here
Because of all blue moons this moon is mine

And why is it blue? Because there are two
Full moons in my birth month of December
The first one followed by the one called blue
One for now and then one to remember

Coming soon a blue moon will rise with a smile
Doing what only a blue moon may
With more moonlight than has been seen in a while
To round off the year with my birthday

It is only blue if it is number two
And not just a full moon but a gift
Because the second moon in a month is blue
Like me to give me a little lift

A blue moon is coming to welcome me
Into a new year of my existence
A blue moon is the perfect moon to be
A kiss from the sky for my persistence

A blue moon falls on my birthday this year
And falling then will bounce to rise and shine
I hope the sky is clear to see it here
Because of all blue moons this moon is mine

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Nov 30, 2009, 2:29 am


Today

I am excited to begin a day again
Beaming as a beautiful opportunity
Am happy to be healthy and past my past pain
Free to enjoy the freedom of impunity
Because this is a good day to do good things well
And those who do good things well have nothing to fear

Today may be my best day yet for all I know
Knowing the now because the next will never tell
Since now is never next since next is always now
And since now is the only time we ever are
I have a good feeling about today somehow
Being happy to be and happy to be here

So I am ready to adventure for as far
As this day and my imagination take me
Till the setting sun makes way for the evening star
To make a day of it as the day may make me
I came a long way and have a long way to go
The road rolls out before me and my way is clear

Today may be my best day yet for all I know

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Nov 27, 2009, 7:29 pm


Busy Bird

a moment observed

Busy bird I can hear the beat of your wing
Off canyon wall in the hollow of the stream
And those rattles in your throat you say or sing
Said or sung as you seek supper it would seem

Whatever you sing or say other birds know
Or seem to know what you seem to be saying
And I think I understand you even though
This might be further than I should be straying

To say that you sound optimistic about
Your lot in life uncomplicated by doubt

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Nov 24, 2009, 8:25 pm


Autumn Apart

an die ferne Geliebte

I was wondering about you and if you remember
The way it was and how we felt another November
One which was so long ago now that it seems lost to me
Except for the haunted persistence of its memory

I was wondering about whether it persists in you
Or not the way it does in me and if it haunts you too

When the leaves are as they are and the stars are as they are
In this November like another one I remember
It makes me wonder about you and if in December
You will be alone as I am alone with leaf and star

And the haunted persistence of the memory of what
The haunted persistence of memory never forgot

As I have life I have hope we could make new memories
However separated we might be
Completing a circle with stars and leaves with things like these
And things only experience can see

The way we see too late how love is indivisible
And how the cruelest walls of all are invisible

I was wondering about you and dreaming about you
You say you are real and I have no reason to doubt you
And I guess it is only an effect of poverty
Not being able to travel as we would like to do

An effect of fear too if you are anything like me
Which keeps us apart missing each other as I miss you

The question is only when not whether
Our day will come to be lived out
We are predestined to be together
Real and without reason to doubt

And until we are together a star
Shines in memory of the millions of
The stars and leaves of November to seal and say my love
Belongs to you exclusively

I wonder if you wonder about me

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Nov 20, 2009, 10:54 pm


Smiths and Joneses Rise Together

Downward upward mobility fueled
The Smiths and the Joneses as they dueled
Small claims by small names carried to extremes
One could hardly keep up with the other
Pursuing their upwardly downward dreams
But looking back now why did they bother?

And oh how they bothered yet even so
They never bothered to learn what I know
The hard way from bitter experience
Being petty makes a big difference
And one very much for the worst it seems
I want to aim high and transcend all this

Squabblers are trapped in each other's embrace
Being right is relative after all
They curse each other when they want to kiss
Are sad to the back but mad to the face
And puffing themselves to get big get small
Small claims by small names carried to extremes

One name is as big as another when
All names are respected but until then
We seek our true upward mobility
And grow to full size when we realize
Mere utility is futility
Unreal is as real in reality

There is more that is than what you can see
Outside and inside of you and of me
Appearance is not the worth of a thing
And can prove paradoxical at best
Just as mine is marked by my suffering
As well as by my joy and all the rest

However I may appear I am here
However it looks and am looking for
An upward mobility without fear
One without an interpersonal war
Where people are people not means nor ends
And Smiths and Joneses rise together friends

+Steven Curtis Lance


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Nov 17, 2009, 5:33 am


Snow

All snowflakes are based on the hexagon
Yet are mathematically unique
Through considerable variation
As the variation of me and you

Though those who know snow generally speak
Of certain common patterns of design
Due to such factors as temperature
Causing varietals like those of wine

With snow itself the crystal clear and pure
As old as time and yet forever new
Mathematics descending down the air
Out of the ether of other up there

The snow we know and the snow we do not
Snow we remember and snow we forgot
All of it all of it always will be
As the variation of you and me

Through considerable variation
A pattern in this case a hexagon
Dance of the atoms to the rhythm of
What all have in common and some call love

And all have in common what is most rare
Never discovered because always there
Were it not forgotten it would be gone
Taken for granted to oblivion

But it is everything and everywhere
As the variation of me and you
Mathematically descends the stair
Through considerable variation

As old as time and yet forever new
Beyond as behind us urging us on

Out of the ether of other up there

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Nov 16, 2009, 6:06 am


If a Dream is

You and I are still children in our hearts
Not having been convinced quite by adults
Still thinking of whole things instead of parts
Believing in hopes as well as results

Nor does it seem implausible to me
That sometimes magic happens even now
As we are given opportunity
For magic we ought to take it somehow

At least this is the horizon I see
That the way we feel is the way we are
Nor is it an impracticality
For us to wish our lives upon a star

Someday when we figure out the details
Then we will make a dream reality
Someway or other and if all else fails
Understand if a dream is it will be

It is and has been as it will be still
Children ever young who never grow old
Those who stay warm when the grownups grow cold
Understand no impossibility

Not the ones who would but the ones who will
Understand if a dream is it will be

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Nov 12, 2009, 1:37 am


Deeper in Autumn

The deeper in autumn the deeper life feels
Like the way an autumnal cloudbank reveals
Light revealing nothing by translucency

Deeper light is better light by which to see
The deeper in autumn as deeper we share
The idea of home and of our being there

Wherever home is whatever home might be
It feels less real in place than in memory
And is borne and is worn like the clothes we wear

Then when we remember it is November
To break our hearts by how much we cared and care
For what was loved and lost as we remember

I can find home refracted in your handshake
I can taste it in a gift from far away
When it comes from you as a gift for my sake

Then to be for the sake of humanity
Given and given back again and again
The autumnal cloudbank returning the sea

Our tears are washed away in autumnal rain
We have lived a lot and we will live still more
And it is each other we are living for

Light revealing everything translucently
Like the way an autumnal cloudbank reveals
The deeper in autumn the deeper life feels

+Steven Curtis Lance



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