Transcendence for Maria, Stevie, and Teddy I I pushed back from the table While I was able Excused myself from the fable And origin myth Bereft of what was left with Nothing in its place But nothingness a space of grace Where I stood to be Myself originally When I saw nobody else would Then I understood Got up and got out when I could As soon as I got To know what was from what was not And so I got to know who I was too because Nobody else was who I was None but for one but Me so I stood up for me To stand in solidarity In the in between With many knowing what I mean Knowing what to do For anybody standing too Now or knowing going through You are going to Understanding being free Seeing you standing up to be I stand there with you II My dogs are getting old and walking stiff But so am I and it is not as if Any we three are for many years more But these years are better than those before Presently presented with being now The future like a present from the past Seeing how everything works out somehow Going on going until it is gone Through the rest to the best and at the last Transcendence in the presence of my friends Not so bad now if this is how it ends Living on poetry but living on Yes I went through hell but survived to tell About it so I guess I might as well But from the point of looking back at what Was then disappointment but now is not Keeping a standing appointment to be With the universe understanding me III As tomorrow turns yesterday Turns out I only know such As I may remember today Learned lonely and the hard way The only way I knew to know Something how somehow to see Whatever it was I should was By something happening to Me as many things would and do As anything could and does But I got what I had to get Through regret to not forget Things I remember now because What was easy never got My attention but what was not Was what I never forgot I wondered but I understood Lessons learned for my own good Having to learn them anyway As they repeated until Completely learned becoming what To overcome if I could To come to be becoming still Unforgotten now each scar I got shows how I reached this far In December on I go Remembering such as I know Not enough and yet too much Steven Curtis Lance