CIRCLES

by

Kristy R. Brungardt
July 10th, 2004

I smell rain again
The weatherman predicted sun
"The sky's the limit," some often say
Then why do I feel shattered, left so undone?

Stop and think, re-evaluate
Perhaps it was something I just ate?
It's a rat-race we live in you know,
Poets simply call it fate . . .

An endless track, circumspectful circumstances
One little girl's merry-go-round,
She's crying at half-past-nine
Yet nobody hears a sound . . .

Tempest tossed and trekking on
I bend my ear to some distant song
Somewhere high on Calvary's Hill
Why must getting there have to take so long?

Roller Coaster emotions, familar circles
Broken shards of a life in construction
Weary of running and sitting in ashes
God sees beauty in the midst of destruction . . .

To love some lose,
To give, some never gain
Yet there is triumph in Sorrow's shadow,
Renewal, in the midst of Pain . . .

"Child, quiet they soul,
Let the endless circles dim and thus go,
Simply st and dare to Be,
I'm here, and that's all you need to know . . . "