"And at dusk as I return to turn again / I lay down the works of my hands to remain"

Birthday on turning fifty-five on New Year's Eve Experience is the onion we peel Through the layered somethingness of tissue To where nothingness becomes the issue With each layer mirrored in memory And there somethings turning someones reveal Through their receipt and reciprocation Of gentle gestures of its gestation The rise of something like reason in me I could not yet say wisdom or would not But reason is reason enough to be Grateful at last to forget I forgot Who I was for awhile and remember Myself at this the death of December Here at the turn of the year it is very Clear to me to see we are temporary Who live and who die and who fade then away Momentary actors in a shadow play Tomorrow will come should we ask it or not None seems to remember tomorrow forgot To remember that it was only today Life goes on and flows on and bears us away And at dusk as I return to turn again I lay down the works of my hands to remain December's death is January's birth Through where nothingness becomes the issue Returning with the turning of the earth To the layered somethingness of tissue With each layer mirrored in memory And reason is reason enough for me To turn as I return and turn to say I turn because I could not turn away To find what is found on another round Remembering I was born on this day Turning and returning I remember Alive at this the death of December +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMX