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