Our world is made of circles

linked together to form a union.

The circles dance around

making wonderous, inaudible music.

The circles are everywhere and eternal,

they guide us as we travel

down roads both real and imagined.

Man's world is filled with lines and angles,

triangles, rectangles, and squares.

They are cold, artificial, unfeeling.

But circles, and their children

arcs, curves and ovals

seem to breathe with life.

Everywhere you look, they are there;

in you and me

and God in Heaven,

in the sky and in the breexe,

in the moon and the darkness.

The circle is God's perfect gift,

for it is in everything natural.

NOTES: A poem written for my friend Joy (Apperson) Rogers as a birthday present. I actually wrote two poems and gave her the other one instead of this one. However a few years later, Joy read this one and wanted to make it into a song. We worked on lyrics for a while, but we never finished it.

The illustration above is from a book on the life of Windsor McCay, the cartoonist of "Little Nemo in Slumberland", one of the great strips of the early 20th Century. Shortly after I had written "Circles", I saw this illustration and knew that it fit perfectly with the theme of the poem. I made a copy, vowing to incorporate the two someday.