The grinding wheel turned, just a bit more today

Turning Grain into grist while I’m making hay

 

The Ferris wheel turned, slowly in place

Baskets on pivots, each swinging in space

 

The planet it turned, its’ cycle spins clear

Day into night until morning appears

 

Emotions have turned, as my heart flipped a page

Bewildered, embattled – yet now less engaged

 

The light is turned on and no shadow is cast

Eyes to the future. Hurts left in the past

 

The thought that it turned on – my heart more on track:

“We could not break through, with you holding back”