Endless

Endless and endings
which are to be preferred
My god is endless
a ring of endless light
Circling me and my little light

We must trust the endless hands
that we cannot see
that's when we become
what we were meant to be

how do I come to the end of me
and fill myself with thee
You who were hung from a tree
How oh how do I come to the end of me.

When is growing not enough
why do endings seem so rough
a ring of endless light
running right through the middle of me.
        C. 1995 SRM
        Nov. 18 1995


(Written in response to reading Madeline L'Engle's 'A Wrinkle in Time' & 'A Wind at the Door")