Circle Completed Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Time to look away, far
into some other blue sky morning;
time to free the soul and rise
cease the time for mourning.
Try out the wings and believe again
take some comfort from what has past,
pick up the pieces of all your dreams
hold onto them hard and fast.
Within a breast made heavy with sorrow
there is still reason for hope in tomorrow.
Nothing lasts forever, a whisper on the wind
we can only come for such a little while
before destiny takes us home again.