There are cycles unending wherein I am one
With all others on this earth and all that exists.
How do I lead my consciousness of time and space
To evoke the momentum of God’s loving grace?
Within all life’s occurrences motion persists
Only in one direction and never is done.

Contemplating on cycles, I feel out the parts
That each one is made up of. Must there be contrast
So that goodness can be seen amid the chaos?
Can I manage somehow to stop thinking of loss
Long enough to allow good momentum to last?
Since each has no beginning, can there be false starts?

There are steps to creation. The yearning I feel
Causes asking, which causes motion, then forces
Of the universe amplify what has been made.
Only through my impatience is goodness delayed.
Maintaining the alignment with who my source is
Is the grease for the axle that quiets the wheel.

Maintenance of continuance rightly includes
Times of darkness. To get through them, and then to grow…
It’s a life I’m well suited for. Which path I choose
At any given moment is either the blues
Or the way of fulfillment. What more need I know?
I’m aware of the wonder each cycle exudes.