The Shape of Me
In all moods, I am a broken circle.
In joy I am a hawk,
Wheeling and wheeling,
Higher and higher,
Ragged circles in the sky.
In anger I am a wheel of fire—
Sparks fly outward and
I roll here and there,
Burning all I touch.
In peace I am a hidden lake;
A round pond of stillness.
The birds and beasts find refreshment
In the cool shadows.
In anxiety I am an iron sphere,
Weighty and hard,
Impenetrable and dull,
No break in the cloudy metal.
In fear I am a hedgehog
Rolling into a ball,
Spines pointing outward,
Trying to protect my soft center.
In love I am a hug,
Arms wrapped round,
Pulling others close
And stretching outside of myself.
In Christ I am complete.
He resolves the endless wheeling,
And soothes the burning touch.
He is the spring of my pond,
And brings light into my heavy sphere.
He holds my soft center
And wraps His arms around me.
He brings all things full circle.
Artwork by Kate Hinson, original photo by Africa Schaumann |
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