I sing of circles, rounded
things,
Apples, wreaths and wedding
rings.
Domes and spheres and
falling tears,
Rain dropping as it nears.
Pebbles, pebbles in a mound,
Making circles, round on
round.
The curve of a repeating
rhyme,
The circle of the face of
time.
Beyond these circles I can
see the circle of eternity.
The circle in the eagle’s
eye mirrors circles in the
sky.
The blue horizon, end to
end, circling earth’s
glorious bend.
The arc of love from God to
men orbiting back to Him
again.
{Luci Shaw}