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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 20, 2010, 11:29 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1425:
Being in the Rain


I hoped I was when I wanted to be

I hoped so much I finally became
Something of a simulacrum of me
Evolving myself by another name

But the hardest thing I ever did was
To simply let go and know I am free

I feel I am coming to life again
And how the rain is coming and has come!

The dry days were not like this nor gave clue
(Not counting those false starts whenever some
Hopeful appearance turned out to be dew)

Yes: they said it would rain here and it has!

And it is and it will and it thrills as
I am immersed in being in the rain

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jan 19, 2010, 7:56 pm


Canyon Call

a Modjeska moment

The canyon calls to people she would see
Woven in her fabric of family

From whom she calls she winnows for her own
Those who know about being a neighbor
Who can respect each other alongside
Yet understand about being alone
Capable of grit and farmyard labor
And not too afraid of fire nor mudslide

Not everyone who comes here ought to stay
But those who should could never stay away

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jan 18, 2010, 2:11 am


Chickens

I have often wondered what chickens know
I know they know to be chickens and that
Seems enough for them as it ought to be
For me but still I wonder about it

Their world is simpler their earth is more flat
But they know to be themselves even though
If I heard they knew more I might doubt it
But then I see the way they look at me

A chicken seems an automatic thing
If to be admired for its persistence
Waking and sleeping scratching and pecking
Seemingly unexamined existence

When looking at a chicken eye to eye
I see neither of us knows anything
But living to try by grace not to die
To handle whatever is happening

I doubt a rooster ever thinks of death
Except perhaps to see it happens when
It happens that the cockadoodle breath
Stills for the heedless in headlessness then

We humans fret about dying so much
The thought of it overshadows our days
Yet though chickens end up frying and such
They scratch and peck content with chicken ways

I have often wondered what chickens know
They seem to accept their mortality
Whatever they know they thrive even so
And in that way they know better than me

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jan 17, 2010, 2:33 am


The Modjeska Blessing

for Aurora and Robert and their hospitality

The sycamores are full of mistletoe
The clouds look like a painting overhead
I wanted to go to heaven although
I ended up in Modjeska instead

So up in the morning up with the sun
And feed all the animals twice a day
If you want reasons I think I have one
A fragrant flake off a fresh bale of hay

I may only be a visitor here
But there is something right about this place
Above the canyon rim where stars burn clear
I see a reason for the human race

Yankee I thank you for your canine ken
Your kindness in making me a part of
A blessing and a lesson learned again
If you want reasons I think I have love

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jan 17, 2010, 12:00 am


Rain Check Reality

a Modjeska moment

Such a beautiful day it is today
But they tell me it is going to rain
And that up here where I live it might be
A small disaster all over again
I just hope no one gets carried away
Or if someone does that it not be me

And I have always wondered wondered why
About about everything I have seen
Most of the part of the part you can see
Trying to figure out what it might mean
That I am dependent upon the sky
And to be rained on is reality

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Jan 14, 2010, 7:55 pm


Someday Between Time

The man I used to be has blown away
Except in my imagination now
Or else more likely in his memory

To become a between time wanderer
Closer to homeless than he cared to be
Between what times may come and those which were

No choice but only opportunity
To live unencumbered from day to day
With nothing left to care about but me

I never knew he could be this depressed
Or if he could be that I ever would
I had hoped this isolation this rest
Could cure him or at least do me some good

But everything reminds us of nothing
And he sees nowhere everywhere I go

Though one with nothing is one who should know
Anyone might discover anything
And one who seems none might be somebody
Already yet not see it till someday

But that supposes we forget somehow
Someday between time is so far away

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jan 13, 2010, 3:57 am


The Rebels and the Renegades

I sing those who have not surrendered yet
The rebels and the renegades out there
The stubborn and recalcitrant and strong
Out finding their meaning and purpose where
They give all they have to go all the way

Who risk it all yet who do not regret
The struggle against that which is not fair
Toward the dream of dawning a better day

Even though the struggle is hard and long
Even though it might cost them everything
Everything is nothing to those not free

The rebels and the renegades I sing
I sing them near and far met and unmet
The people who are rising everywhere

I sing as a revolutionary
Who knows our revolution is made of
People who are empowered by the love
Of people who have not surrendered yet
The rebels and the renegades out there

+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

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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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