Drinking tea in the middle of the night Enjoying it and being thankful for Simple things like not always being right Having just what I have no less no more Which might seem less than I need but my sight Has been disappointed by death and war And is not what it used to be these days
When waiting eyes look up to realize Nothing yet everything is as it was One batch is born as another one dies The effect unrelated to the cause Then waiting eyes weep but are thankful for Simple things like not needing to be right Needing nothing at all no less no more
Here on the ledge overlooking always Drinking tea in the middle of the night
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMVII
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Reviewed on April 5, 2007
I always feel privileged to read your poetry. I high, as when born or at death, no less, with each final word. You are indeed the mysterium. Maybe you will seek it amongst the firmaments.
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