for Robert on his birthday

The Transcendental Season for Robert on his birthday Autumn is the transcendental season to be When wind fills trees like sails and turning leaves let go To sail their one and only voyages past me To ride the tide of destiny though they must know By now the only way is down from up a tree in September When though the leaves change then their essences remain Perfected as life does what it does perfectly Now turning and returning to the earth below As life is love is God for those who have eyes to see Perfection is too big and small for me to understand Out the corner of my eye forgotten like the sky Or when remembered then as unattainable for me With my fear and my itching ear for the next big thing Then my lonely predilections for only and unless My neither with my nor when God calls for both with and Completion asking of me nothing less than everything in October But I know love and of the feeling of a loving hand I can comprehend kindness can fathom friendliness And tenderness togetherness and sharing questions why All of which bear embers of the universal kiss With completion of the pyramid completed hereby On this voyage of reunion all along the long way Remembering the future by forgetting the past Becoming now and being here as always everywhere None less than all are called within an all-seeing eye Love looks for love through love in one who does more than pray God seeks no slaves nor masters only friends and this is why The call is and the answer only we the loved can say in November A vision clarifying now which can be terrifying To reveal the transcendental other in another's eyes Reflecting in our own and on how we are not alone Easier to know somehow than to remember now as we Wonder through the thunder the lightning and the come what may As easy to forget as to remember then the reason When perfected as life is what it is perfectly Turning now before I go returning to the love I know As love is God is life for those with beating hearts to be So big so small and this is all but nice to know in fall and in December I have found my reason in the transcendental season I might even be ready now for happiness at last This then as the story this the glory this as this Life because as is and does perfected as I see Completing the cycle and beginning again Continuing love into immortality Transcending and bending my perception of death Life becoming visible suspended in air Making me appreciate every autumn breath As each a ghost to mark the moment I was there +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMX