Poetry

Circles Within Circles

By Jennifer Bisbee | Published June 24, 2025 | No Comments

Every shad­ow, every whis­per

Every lost word or vision

Where does it go? To whom does it exist

One minute here and one minute gone

Then returned as if it were nev­er gone at all

Bless­ings come, love comes, life comes.

Blind­ness exists, hard­ness and empti­ness just are

For whom does it decide, but our Mak­er?

The angels, the prin­ci­pal­i­ties of this exten­sive world

Cir­cles with­in cir­cles with­in cir­cles with­in cir­cles

Life exists with­in life, which is life

One not with­out anoth­er, we are

Not alone we exist as one with many parts

Just as God is mul­ti­di­men­sion­al

We will soon be

Oh, my pre­cious Jesus

What do you have in store?

My soul yearns, and my heart aches

To see and to know you more

Our minds are so finite

Yet there are uni­vers­es with­in them­selves

All majes­tic, all cre­at­ed by your utter­ance

The hori­zon is approach­ing

Far removed from the pres­ence of time

As you pass through realms of exis­tence

You become your own dis­tant voice

You seek, yet it’s not yet there

You hear and you heard it before

You know, yet it is unknown

Far be it from me to doubt and won­der

Your mys­tery baf­fles me

Your con­trol con­sumes me

©2025 Jen­ny Bis­bee