CIRCLE  OF  LIFE 

CIRCLE OF LIFE

It’s a circle. It’s a spiral,

It’s a series of scenes:

the new and the old.

It’s life. It’s déjà vu.

I’ve been here before,

but some of this is new

and some of this is old -

and so - I’ve been told to STOP -

to SEE - to SMELL  the flowers;

To LISTEN - to HEAR the music

of the trees, the waters and

the streets. Everything and

everyone is giving me glimpses

of how it all goes, how it all flows.

Winter - death - cold brown leaves

and naked trees - crosses against

the western sky. Spring - resurrection -

budding leaves - on crosses, the trees

bringing new life - seen early morning

against an eastern sky. Lord, I guess

when I don’t see some of this I’m dead. 

So Lord, cry and then scream - 
scream outside my tomb:

“Wake up! Come back to life!"

Andy Costello © Reflections 2013