Meaningful concentric circles

Lead me to somewhere;

Washing my mind of complex geometry,

Placed into my life by others,

And my own noisemaking machine.

 

A simple pattern emerges,

Steps taken are with meaning

If not direction.

 

To follow is to love,

And to love is to know,

Placing my trust in each tentative, circular movement,

Not trying to forecast a destination,

But leaving it in His hands.