Circle of Life
written by: Susan Mayer Brumel
We are the windmills, catching currents
Spinning slowly, then energized —
— but suddenly!
The wind turns its back on us
We are the trees, bending
but we do not break
In time —
we bow on twisted knee
— In surrender
Winds lift our spirits high
— then low,
Sometimes…
in the same moment
Searching for lightness,
our breath
fills balloons of every color —
How high they fly…
Our lives do not flatline
on the horizon,
But are circular…
As sunrises follow sunsets,
we rise
Fertile earth
delivers us —
then consumes us,
…Beautiful flowers
propelled skyward,
then pulled back under —
In time, to live again.
A few years ago, I retired from a thirty-five year career in hospice and bereavement counseling, at which time I began writing poetry. My poems are influenced by my patients’ spiritual journeys, the compelling beauty of nature, and the human condition. When not writing, I enjoy music, taking long walks in the woods, flower arranging, and jumping in puddles with my grandchildren. I live in New Jersey with my husband, and Bernese Mountain Dog, Dottie.
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- Circle of Life - April 29, 2024
