The Morning Star Rose Anyway I I could explain but would rather not Or would complain but for what I have got To remember past before I forgot Last spring as it passed forgot to remember With so much to remember to forget Then when I have not forgotten yet Remembering now in December When this is it how this moment is what I am here for what comes after before Becomes now then steadily ready or not Seeing I am I would like to be more Being my moment I am here for II Some of the effects of aging are OK My stomach has completely disappeared Nor has my hair fallen out as I had feared But grown into a mane albeit grey To go with the wizardly white of my beard And even though I am a madman now Not a sad man which makes it better somehow Absurdity works for me anyway And when I get depressed and then forget why I let it go and go look at the sky No more do I have to prove anything to Anyone but me the best I can do For the rest of my days as an old man who Finally got it and forgot it too Some of the effects of aging are OK III The morning star rose like a jewel Over the kind and the cruel Seeing humans being kind or not The sun is up and this is what Seeing by the light of dawn I find The tie that binds unties behind Seeing eyes pretending being blind Denying the reality Of the humanity of our kind Seeing humans being unkind But when some humans are unkind to Some others in kind human too Choosing to lose their humanity Where is the kind in humankind? Not in the papers but today My eyes still open to hope I see The morning star rose anyway Steven Curtis Lance