"When I thought this a lonely way once then remembered you"

For What We Tried to Do Everybody argues now but anybody knows As we feel it in ourselves and we see it in the street How it is then in the end when this is how it goes Led not by light ahead but clearing from behind instead We know it in the faces of the people that we meet Looking back like from a mirror in front of our nose How some deny the rule is golden still that we should treat Each other as we would be as our family grows Kindness is the only cure for blindness of the mind As we could see as we would be bound by the ties that bind Of love above the fear of us that tears us apart The answer not in gold but something older deep inside The blood of our humanity is what sustains our heart In spite of everything to sing in spring and bring us to Each other up where we could be beyond the mirrored lie That only what who seem the blind in mind should see is real Where tight shut minds like eyes would have to open up to see When we behind the blind in mind then find the dark they deal Us as the hell they know so well and not where we would be Where they are finished there but we are only passing through But hearts that feel the light unfold the lotus to reveal Though we are all we have we can see clearly we are free And good enough to better live our best before we die When the thing more real than anything is this love that we feel When the trying is the doing and then the getting throughing Of the journey is our destination when the wheel turns To face us with each other and another point of view And the seeing leads to freeing then to being and to this The inescapable conclusion life feels like the kiss Of God the oddest puzzle piece the trying of the doing The eye atop the pyramid unfinished by who learns The hard way as the only way and all we ever knew And should you find these lines of mine be sure to read between Written as they are on water in and out upon the air Of you and me we share to be when where you are then I am there But then again you always do you always did know what I mean When I thought this a lonely way once then remembered you When the trying was twice doing then thrice the getting throughing Of God the oddest puzzle piece the trying of the doing Who thought I ought remember us for what we tried to do +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXI