I. The Wintering Lion When I wake up in the morning without warning In pain insane then I get high so I get by And so it is again I begin this morning Determined now to live somehow before I die I rise to my surprise to smile awhile before Giving up my living up by living up to My dreams it seems by giving living all the more Giving forgiving getting by forgetting too Remembering who loves me I remember you With your love above all between either and or As the meaning between us to mean what I do Unsure as it were about afterward with doubt And faith on the outs when what it seems all about Is not my dreams it seems but my reality As good as any then I get up and let out A roar as before the wintering lion sees Entering winter on his own but not alone Above it all the love of all his friends like these Like you in fact who keep intact his sanity Such as it is by love as much as anything Above all the futility and vanity Of it all after all beyond the suffering Still by love the lion lives to love and always will Merlot marijuana and the Laughing Daffodil II. Saturday Anyway Good Friday was an existential day Of days in its own quintessential way Unbecoming but Easter is coming Not a moment too soon now and somehow Though once I loved its unbecoming mien Of dark I have seen some light come between At first they were stars I thought but were not Were some unanswered questions I forgot Remembered inconveniently and when The same unquestioned answers came to mean Many things if anything becoming Living for dying or trying to then Allowing daylight in on magic now Forgiving but not going back again And soon if not Holy Saturday It will be Saturday anyway III. Set to Rise One must set to rise again Set to rise through in between The sun knows what I mean Setting out there like me Pixelated through the screen There goes another one To rise again and be Tomorrow while today I Who get but precious few Moments in the sky then Borrow a few to get through Getting through getting it done Tomorrow to borrow sun Getting on getting it too As I am and as I do Where day with night between Is the way there then again There is here and now is when Setting out there like me Pixelated through the screen But to rise again and be The sun knows what I mean Set to rise through in between One must set to rise again +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIII