O Circle of faith,
so far above,
and ever looking down;
dost thou watch me?
Judging me worthy?
Or not?

The circle of light
seen by the night's sky,
to guide our way,
to keep us from being lost;
yet we wander,
yet we wonder.

Are we lost?
What is this for?
What am I to do?
Why them?
Why me?
Why?

To question something so mighty,
something eternally there,
watching over us in the sky,
like a forgotten parent
ever loving of their children,
moonchildren and calf we are.

The Wheel of Life,
ever intangible
and ever thought of,
given to us on this night,
made visible,
what are we to think?

Never ending and ever beginning,
it turns, and turns, and turns,
bringing them low,
bringing them high,
and ever in the middle
we tarry, waiting.

::December 1, 2002 07:51 PM

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