As The World Turns

He made the moon to mark the seasons;

the sun knows its time for setting.

You make darkness, and it is night,

when all the beasts of the forest creep about.

The young lions roar for their prey,

seeking their food from God.

When the sun rises, they steal away

and lie down in their dens.

Man goes out to his work

and to his labor until the evening.  -- Psalm 104:19-23

Cycles and circles,

So it seems,

Everywhere we look,

A sing-song sung

In the round

But I don’t know the hook.

Life on the circumference

A never-ending spin.

I just keep on running

To get back here again.

God, the truth, is hard to find

Living on the edge.

And with a touch of vertigo,

Some spin off the ledge.

The world still turns in the middle

But the trip is not so long

And we sooner solve the riddle

When we see where we go wrong.

As we move toward the center

It doesn’t change a thing.

Autumn falls from Summer,

Winter melts to Spring.

Yet somewhere in the swirling storm

Stands a calm and quiet I,

And sworn to that witness stand,

We may see and testify.