Chris Gaither

The Circle Is Eternal, Without Beginning or End

We fear that the long game
Is a long, lost game
Because we find ourselves lost
Forgetting how, on the surface of a sphere
We can plow forward in trust
Of finding our way home
If we just keep going until
We come to see
As if for the first time
That in truth
We never left our path–
In constant motion
We are forever homeward bound

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