Life Goes In A Circular Fashion

I came into this world, conceived in love, and welcomed by adoring parents. I grew up in love and then fell in love, and the circle of life continued. I often wonder what my purpose is on this earth: I give to others of the abundant love that was given to me. I rejoice in the sunshine and smell the flowers along the way.

Where am I going? What is it that I am supposed to be doing?

Sometimes, I think I know; most times, I know I do not. I do believe that it is not the destination that matters: it is the journey. I have had an interesting journey, perhaps an enviable journey.

I have suffered with others, and I have learned and grown as a person. I believe that it is not the triumphs that make us better people, it is the tragedies……I have learned a lot from my own successes; I have learned much, much more from my failures. I have learned to accept compliments and, more importantly, I have learned to deal with disappointments.

I am still learning……..

Life goes on in circular fashion, each morning wakes anew
With sun and clouds and crisp air, grass covered with dew.

I wake in anticipation of the day’s unfolding possibilities,
Yesterday, today and tomorrow have many similarities

Yet each is an entity unto itself and different from the rest
Each day brings new challenges, and surprises, at best

To keep us ever delighted with the dawning of the new day
And help us see what joy we bring, to each other, I pray.

High noon brings the golden rays of the sun overhead
Warming me, or bringing the rain clouds instead.

The day is half over, half spent and half left to go
How will I get from here to there, I really do not know.

Looking both ways, before I cross the street at midday
Morning is gone; afternoon is here, heading toward the evening way.

Assessing quickly the day’s events, what have I left to do?
Oh yes, I will hurry home, and spend some time with you!

And as the sun sets slowly, off in the western sky
Someone new is born, and someone else must die.

And the circle of life remains unbroken, from birth to death again
And none of us knows where, and none of us knows when

Our circle will be completed, and our journey will be over
May mine end in sunshine, lying peacefully in the clover.

On the wings of alabaster angels, whose company I keep
May I be taken gently, to my everlasting sleep.