The Lancean Specificity
Transcendental Sonnet #1469: Through the Eye of the Storm
Rooting through the rubble I finally find
For my trouble wandering wondering here
What matters depends on the state of my mind
I can see by love or be blinded by fear
No trouble ahead but the trouble behind
And here in between a time to celebrate
To love unafraid now is never too late
I see clearer when I put down the mirror
Where I saw my trouble double then went blind
Afraid of the dark there I remembered love
To find what I need for my September of
Turning and the burning of hope keeps me warm
What matters depends on the state of my mind
I can see by love through the eye of the storm
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMXI
For my trouble wandering wondering here
What matters depends on the state of my mind
I can see by love or be blinded by fear
No trouble ahead but the trouble behind
And here in between a time to celebrate
To love unafraid now is never too late
I see clearer when I put down the mirror
Where I saw my trouble double then went blind
Afraid of the dark there I remembered love
To find what I need for my September of
Turning and the burning of hope keeps me warm
What matters depends on the state of my mind
I can see by love through the eye of the storm
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMXI
