The Lancean Specificity

By Love I Transcend

for Lindsey, the Laughing Daffodil

The mystic embraces the other
Though not in the fact
Nor the spark
Of interaction with his brother
But in the abstract
And not for now when only then

No wonder the mystic is lonely
Unable to see
For the dark
One there under the only
Where caught in the act
Of being only human again
The other his brother is only me

Being one to wonder now because
By not doing good he is not doing well
But only sticking to his story there
Suspended between his heaven and hell
In his own purgatory where
His forever never ever was

Once the mystic then but not anymore
For now love is how I pray for today
Having nothing left except for love for now
Living without secrets to be dying for
But having this knowing why because knowing how
Having nothing left for now but all and everything
Or all I ever needed anyway

And in the end I know
As much as I know anything
I rise even though
I know I will have to fall
Having opened my eyes
Seeing death an act of love
And hearing its call

And hearing now I have no fear of
Falling seeing falling as falling in love
When falling is rising then to my surprise
Not in the abstract but caught in the act
Of being only human after all

And so in the end
By love I transcend

+Steven Curtis Lance



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