The Lancean Specificity
This Springing Thing
I sit in the shade
When I am afraid
Before I begin
But after I win
Then when love has won
I stand in the sun
Living it up and down I die
The lotus unfolds and so do I
And it would be fine if this line of mine
Should spring like spring if it could bring
Us to the presence of the divine
One to the other sing two into spring
I see no reason
Not to this season
After winter when
We always dreamed then
Before we two would be who
Stand in the sun again
So this line of mine and another or two
This springing thing bringing spring singing for you
+Steven Curtis Lance
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