Beginnings and Endings
Now, when we were small, we were totally sure
the stars wouldn’t move as we scanned the great sky,
and we knew enough, with no need to know more.
Did we ever question, or think to ask why?
We lay on our backs and could feel the earth move,
so why should we need to know why the sky’s blue?
The grass was all tickly, we’d nothing to prove.
Our tastes were quite simple, essentials so few.
But now that I’m older, I ask what’s my place?
And life goes around in birth, marriage, and death.
I look in the mirror now, look at my face,
and wonder what happens ‘tween first and last breath.
We circle and spin in perpetual motion
and outgoing tides are the tides of all men,
the incoming tides just the breath of the ocean
and these tides will turn and then turn once again.
So, what is this life? Is it all love or lust?
And why are we here on this merry-go-round?
Is life only ashes, then dust into dust?
Am I just a clock that’s been too tightly wound?
I know that in circles we'll spiral tonight,
as we in our universe grow and expand,
where love’s all that matters and we bask in light,
in all of creation we’ll feel The Spirit’s hand.
So, gyred and whirling, we’re here by design,
we're helixes, vortexes, one giant wheel,
created as humans, with purpose divine -
beginnings and endings will never be real.
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