I was angry, I was mad,
It took all the life I had
Just to keep the circle broken.
Non-anger came and nested,
In my heart sweet healing rested.
Now the circle was whole again.
I was wicked; joyed in sinning,
Fruit sweet at the beginning,
But bitter at the core.
Goodness came and like a rider
Of the night, angelic strider,
Overcame the dark with light.
I was selfish, I was greedy,
Kept my gifts from all the needy,
Withered miser to the bone.
Generous cherubs entered pealing
Shouts of laughter now revealing
Superior strength of generosity.
Let the circle be unbroken as
The liar hears truth be spoken
Overpowering all his lies.
He who has ears to hear now
Let him hear it and allow
Life’s circle is alive, again.