"Upslope from crooked lawyers and their mortgage schemes / The tide will wash them clean but we will be here still"
High Tide
The headless-chicken heralds of catastrophe Identical grotesque in lockstep one and all Trot to and fro and threaten to spill blood on me But I am only waiting for the rain to fall
They bear bird flu wage war and rule the fool by fear As polar ice caps melt to make the oceans rise The hurricanes will be the biggest yet this year But I am only haunted by black velvet eyes
The ocean here is just eleven miles away And when we meet on Cleveland Street the sea will be Ascending on a daily basis steadily Up from the west until this is our beach someday
As hand in hand along the strand of our front yard We scry the tips of towers sticking from the sea And see what washes up our curiosity Will question why our elders took it all so hard
Our house was built for floods and we are up the hill Upslope from crooked lawyers and their mortgage schemes The tide will wash them clean but we will be here still To laugh last and laugh best that we held to our dreams
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMVI
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Reviewed by Franziska Brueggerhoff (Reader)
Reviewed on April 1, 2006
and so the parade of bizarre reality along with its drumming men in straitjackets continues to flash and dance in front of our faces, your words are thrilling - at the same time bluntly devastating and tragic.
Yet when we look into the eyes of comradship we can see a sense of health, reason and peace. Among other hidden gifts this universe gives it is a strong source of ancient joy, strength and love paving the path to journeys of endless discovery and finally eternity.
This is a thought-provoking write, my friend. Somehow, in the midst of possible despair, you see the hope beyond it all. Thank you for sharing this gift, Stevie. Love and peace,
You said it all and said it well. I heard that in 5 billion years our sun will die, and though that seems so far away, earth is really just a 'temporary' planet. Since we can't take our 'toys' with us, I refuse to cheat or lie to anyone. In the end, all we really have is our dignity... Loved this one!
Seems you know where you stand. Yes, hold to your dreams with your feet firmly planted in earth. as you said, "the tide will wash them clean but we will be here still." Great write!
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Yet when we look into the eyes of comradship we can see a sense of health, reason and peace. Among other hidden gifts this universe gives it is a strong source of ancient joy, strength and love paving the path to journeys of endless discovery and finally eternity.
Thank you for this piece,
In faithful spirit,
Franziska
Regis