A Circle has no Start or Ending
A search for meaning - from loss to hope, from sin to grace.

I hold a hope to start anew
we walk and talk each day the same
My direction I lost in crispy dew
we no longer play the same old game
.
You say all things do have a beginning
we measure up the time and day
You lost your precious life in sinning
we search the spirit of light in clay
.
The Master shows him to the starting point
we bow our backs and take the whip
he tries to find it - his circle’s endless joint
we are but slaves of Hades’ drip
.
She reaches out her hands so gentle
we see a glimpse of eternity’s grace
her aging smile never judgemental
we evolved from her motherly embrace
.
Round and round life’s carousel goes
we hold on to the hopes of love
a circle has no start or end that shows
but we see it lifting like a dove
About the Creator
Henrik Hageland
A poet, a writer of feelings and hope. A Dane and inhibitant of the Earth thinking about what is to come.
A good story told or invented. Human all the way through.
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Comments (4)
This was so beautiful and profound. Loved your poem!
Starting anew is never easy, especially when the path feels lost. But hope keeps that circle moving, even when it’s hard to see the end.
We seem to be that circle, going round and round...coming back to the same place. We ever shall meet somewhere on the line.
Life is always full of twists and turns. We think we won't meet or even encounter each other, but in the end, we still do It's like drawing a full stop to the previous encounter