In the beginning it was bemusing To be disarrayed by humanity So new and overwhelming as it was For one knowing nothing of anything To be riding the rails of puberty Learning the rules of a dangerous game In time to come to become confusing
Thinking too much about why and because Which led then to a time of refusing To let myself feel what I knew was real To admit how beautiful it could be Acting as though my heart were made of steel When it was made of flowers blood and flame Convincing no one of the lie at all My need worn manifestly as my name With red autumn leaves beginning to fall
Now I admit how much it means to me To share an umbrella under the rain Since not of steel I hurt and bleed and feel I always knew but now I say it plain My eyes are open now and I can see What open eyes being honest reveal As I have loved so would I love again
Was what I heard an answer when I cried Or just an echo of a troubled mind Acting out some internal dialogue Explaining itself to be justified? Who is it who speaks to me in the night A whispered suggestion from far away Convicting me before I have been tried And telling me I must go free today Is someone there or is my mind not right?
The hunter by agreement with his dog Decided to leave the question behind But I wait for its answer every day Believing stubbornly hoping to find Among this world of words something to say Which might mean something to someone somehow I wonder if anyone understands
If you understand would you tell me now Out here as we hold our hearts in our hands? Where we stand awkward looking at our feet Where I wonder if we suffer in vain Beyond what now seems merely amusing We seem so lonely and in so much pain Together here alone on Lonely Street But insofar as the pain will allow As I have loved so would I love again
+Steven Curtis Lance
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Reviewed by Franziska Brueggerhoff (Reader)
Reviewed on December 11, 2007
I am blessed to find you here, as we wonder, find, and share our miles of life, your words are like a new born blaze, blooming out of natures splendour
If you understand would you tell me now
Out here as we hold our hearts in our hands?
Where we stand awkward looking at our feet
Where I wonder if we suffer in vain
Beyond what now seems merely amusing
We seem so lonely and in so much pain
Together here alone on Lonely Street
But insofar as the pain will allow
As I have loved so would I love again
Truly these are precious and soul-grasping sentiments with which I can relate. Thank you, Steven. Love and best wishes to you,
Welcome!
The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
Beautif
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Out here as we hold our hearts in our hands?
Where we stand awkward looking at our feet
Where I wonder if we suffer in vain
Beyond what now seems merely amusing
We seem so lonely and in so much pain
Together here alone on Lonely Street
But insofar as the pain will allow
As I have loved so would I love again
Truly these are precious and soul-grasping sentiments with which I can relate. Thank you, Steven. Love and best wishes to you,
Regis
God Bless,
Lew