Friday, December 21, 2012

Life is a Circle

In the newness of our time, we swim
In the first quarter of our time, we crawl
In the fullness of our time, we walk
In the last quarter of our time, we rest
Life is a circle
We rest, that we might remember how to swim

Death walks at our shoulder
He reaches for some of us sooner than others
The touch of Death can be a quick slap
The touch of Death can be a slow caress
Life is a circle
Rest, ye weary soldiers that you might remember how to swim

God is our Lord
His plans for us are a complicated weave
In His wisdom, He plucks one from here that He may place one there
Sometimes the thread of our life needs must be short and sometimes long
Life is a circle
Swim the long strokes that your next thread will hold God's weave

In the dawn of our time, we curl in the security of our womb
In the morning of our time, we learn to laugh and cry at our world
In the noon of our time, we learn to rile and rage at our life
In the evening of our time, our touch has been felt
Life is a circle

 It is time for us to teach the young to laugh
It is time to shed a tear for all those we have lost
We shed a tear so that we may remember how to swim
For without tears, there is no swimming


By Anna L. Walls

4 comments:

PJ said...

I love this poem!

God Bless!
PJ

Sandra Tyler said...

nice reflections on death. And the swimming metaphor is especially effective.

William Kendall said...

A good poem!

Sharon Jones said...

Beautiful, Anna!