A Circle has no Start or Ending

A search for meaning - from loss to hope, from sin to grace.

By Henrik HagelandPublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read

Created with ChatGPT, Picture on Prompt from Author, May 2025.

I hold a hope to start anew

we walk and talk each day the same

My direction I lost in crispy dew

we no longer play the same old game

You say all things do have a beginning

we measure up the time and day

You lost your precious life in sinning

we search the spirit of light in clay

The Master shows him to the starting point

we bow our backs and take the whip

he tries to find it - his circle’s endless joint

we are but slaves of Hades’ drip

She reaches out her hands so gentle

we see a glimpse of eternity’s grace

her aging smile never judgemental

we evolved from her motherly embrace

Round and round life’s carousel goes

we hold on to the hopes of love

a circle has no start or end that shows

but we see it lifting like a dove

A poet, a writer of feelings and hope. A Dane and inhibitant of the Earth thinking about what is to come.

A good story told or invented. Human all the way through.

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