This Hand Which Meets Me Rising

for Heather

Bonfires of my vanities prove unnecessary
The gentle dishonesty of hoping to impress
Yields to realizing it is hopeless more or less

And impressing is unnecessary anyway
Since you have thought about it and have come back to say
That for some strange reason you care about me (as me)
Which makes me happy but which I hardly understand

To hardly understand is better than not at all
Especially at the hand of someone else's hand
This hand which meets me rising is the spring of my fall

+Steven Curtis Lance



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