I have little words of life, posted below and next. The Celtic circle is from my ethnic heritage. No doubt the circle has meaning, aged and new, from many other people and places. (Places have age; people are always new.) What does the circle mean from you and yours? Treasuring, the next poem-post, is about small glories we might live.

Celtic Understanding
(say it like hard K)

The circle tells us always
That all things are one
That we are one

Cut it into wood
Grind it into stone
Ring it round a fire
The fire is one, too

And part of us
And we with it

Sacred, secular
Reality is this
Circle ever moving
Without end

We do not end